Losing someone is an indescribable pain, but imagine losing someone while they’re looking right at you. This happened to me. I was six years old and my dad, the one who called me princess and tucked me in every night, could not recognize me, or comfort me, and tell me everything would be okay. I thought I lost my dad that day. That is the time I can say I knew what it felt like to have the weight of the world on your shoulder now that the world was crashing down on me at six years old wrapped in a Dora the Explorer blanket.
I am, and always will be the poster child for a daddy’s girl. My dad, a tall, bushy haired man who got mushy anytime I’d walk into a room, loved me every single second of every day and I never questioned that, except for …show more content…
It was a back support for my dad as we waited for the ambulance to arrive, my sister could keep her very uneasy balance using the arm of the love seat, and I could hide my face in the back of the love seat so no one could see me cry; I felt like the weakest superhero. I didn’t know how to help or what to do. At that moment I wouldn’t have been able to explain the tears, but frankly I was six, which came with a lot emotions especially fear and confusion. Before I knew it, the EMT arrived. I only got small glimpses mostly because my brother tried to distract me while they poked his fingers and shined bright lights in his eyes, but then time stopped. They asked him so many questions, and he knew the answers, “Who’s the president?” “Where are you?” “What’s your name?” he rattled answer after answer that’s when I decided to come out from hiding. By all means I was still crying but he saw me, I watched his grey blue eyes turn to a harder than stone confusion, because all he saw was a mess, a six year old drenched in her own tears and snot wrapped in a blanket much too big. Then he asked me, “Where’s your parents? Please don’t cry. I’m sure we can find them”. Then I stopped, no tears, no breath, I stopped everything because I was no longer his Princess, I was a stranger to the only person who held me when I fell down or make me food when the dinner wasn’t good enough, I lost him, or maybe he lost
I am, and always will be the poster child for a daddy’s girl. My dad, a tall, bushy haired man who got mushy anytime I’d walk into a room, loved me every single second of every day and I never questioned that, except for …show more content…
It was a back support for my dad as we waited for the ambulance to arrive, my sister could keep her very uneasy balance using the arm of the love seat, and I could hide my face in the back of the love seat so no one could see me cry; I felt like the weakest superhero. I didn’t know how to help or what to do. At that moment I wouldn’t have been able to explain the tears, but frankly I was six, which came with a lot emotions especially fear and confusion. Before I knew it, the EMT arrived. I only got small glimpses mostly because my brother tried to distract me while they poked his fingers and shined bright lights in his eyes, but then time stopped. They asked him so many questions, and he knew the answers, “Who’s the president?” “Where are you?” “What’s your name?” he rattled answer after answer that’s when I decided to come out from hiding. By all means I was still crying but he saw me, I watched his grey blue eyes turn to a harder than stone confusion, because all he saw was a mess, a six year old drenched in her own tears and snot wrapped in a blanket much too big. Then he asked me, “Where’s your parents? Please don’t cry. I’m sure we can find them”. Then I stopped, no tears, no breath, I stopped everything because I was no longer his Princess, I was a stranger to the only person who held me when I fell down or make me food when the dinner wasn’t good enough, I lost him, or maybe he lost