It was a chilly tuesday morning as I had awakened from my comfy twin size bed that was covered with the most vibrant fuchsia colored quilt that matched my big fluffy pillows. My pillows were as soft as a white tundra swan feather. The sun was shining through my window where I could see people walking down the streets and the cars passing by. The smell coming from the coffee brewing in the kitchen was pleasant. …show more content…
Only that chicken pox is a rash that consists of red bumps, blisters, and scabs. In my case, I did not have that. This bright red blotchy rash was something different. It was something I've never seen before. It wasn't like any sunburn. These red spots that covered me from head to toe was something else. With hesitation, I shakingly brushed my right hand across my entire left arm. It felt as if I was touching sandpaper. In that event, I glanced at the mirror again and started to touch my face. I noticed I had these little bumps underneath my eyes. These strange red little bumps were the size of poppy seeds, like the ones you see on a piece of bread. They somewhat resembled to the red bumps of a heat rash. Ultimately, I sticked out my tongue and saw that I had tiny red spots at the back of my throat. In a matter of minutes I called after my mom. I heard her thunderous footsteps rush up behind me. She turned me over and was just as stunned as I was. Nervously she said, “get ready, we’re going to the