Spring Break Vacation

In life, we go on every single day not knowing what exactly we are going to do or say within the next few hours. In those hours, there are series of events we have to go through, some bad, some good. Sometimes we have to fight in certain events, and in my case I had to. I made a decision to continue to fight because I knew my outcome wasn’t going to be great. The day I was laying in a hospital bed fighting for my life was the day I realized that life is a game you have to fight to win.

By the age of sixteen, kids are supposed to be having fun, hanging out with friends, enjoying high school… but not for me. What was supposed to be my spring break vacation turned into my worst nightmare. My nightmare began to fall into place when I went away with my sisters to visit my family in Uruguay. When we arrived I was enjoying life to the fullest, trying to make as many memories as possible, and of course, I did. I spent endless amounts of time with each person I was with. However, like every vacation something always has to go wrong, and it so happens that I won the big old lottery of endless misery.

We had been staying at my aunt’s house while on vacation. Suddenly, one night, out of the blue, I woke up in a puddle of sweat terribly ill. I rushed …show more content…
I was sitting there pale as ever, skin and bones, just a mess. I don’t blame them for asking if I was okay, because I wasn’t, and even they saw that I wasn’t at my best. When we landed I could just remember how badly I just wanted to get off of the plane and rush to my parents as fast as I could. When my mom saw me she started to hysterically cry, and I couldn’t blame her. What mother would want to see their child look like they’ve been dug up from a grave? The look on my parents faces killed me. It killed me to let them see me the way I was, no parent should ever have to see their kid in the shape I was