This Summer, the biggest change happened to me. My mom got a new job halfway across the country. I used to be living in West Point, New York on Benedict Road, which is known as “Sesame Street” because every house has at least one kid, where my dad worked at the military academy, but ever since he got sick we were everywhere.
Most days in New York were exceptional! The sun gleamed for 12 hours of the long complicated working days down on the city below. The towering trees reached up to the stars and waved down to the children who played in the forest, who stood on rocks and were the kings (or queens) of the world. These days were the finest days a child my day could ask for, when you forget everything and just act like yourself again.
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Nursing homes seemed cold, sad, and lonely to me, spending the rest of your years, months even days …show more content…
I had so much friends there, they came and they left, but I got along with every single person that walked through those doors. I remember faintly before my Dad got sick taking me to his work to just run around have fun, he would let me bring our dog to come with us so I could have a friend. Those days, along with the days I spent in the woods were my best days.
Nauseated and miserable, the last days in the hospital were time well spent in my dad’s words. He kept getting worse and worse, but the more my sisters’ and I visited, the more he seemed to smile. When he was at his worst, he would have the biggest smile and that’s what I admired most about him.
One day had come, and that seemed to be it for him, he couldn’t keep his head up or even spit out a letter. Then the next minute he was healthy, he was okay. He would be able to walk again, talk again, live in his own way. Like many others in the Keller Army Community hospital that day, he lied where he was, while doing so he making tree forts with us, throwing the football, tackling my miniature body to block the touchdown, and tucking us in our comforting beds. The sun hid behind the dove gray clouds, the Earth stopped revolving around the ball of fire in the sky and it was just me and my once known father
Most days in New York were exceptional! The sun gleamed for 12 hours of the long complicated working days down on the city below. The towering trees reached up to the stars and waved down to the children who played in the forest, who stood on rocks and were the kings (or queens) of the world. These days were the finest days a child my day could ask for, when you forget everything and just act like yourself again.
Days …show more content…
Nursing homes seemed cold, sad, and lonely to me, spending the rest of your years, months even days …show more content…
I had so much friends there, they came and they left, but I got along with every single person that walked through those doors. I remember faintly before my Dad got sick taking me to his work to just run around have fun, he would let me bring our dog to come with us so I could have a friend. Those days, along with the days I spent in the woods were my best days.
Nauseated and miserable, the last days in the hospital were time well spent in my dad’s words. He kept getting worse and worse, but the more my sisters’ and I visited, the more he seemed to smile. When he was at his worst, he would have the biggest smile and that’s what I admired most about him.
One day had come, and that seemed to be it for him, he couldn’t keep his head up or even spit out a letter. Then the next minute he was healthy, he was okay. He would be able to walk again, talk again, live in his own way. Like many others in the Keller Army Community hospital that day, he lied where he was, while doing so he making tree forts with us, throwing the football, tackling my miniature body to block the touchdown, and tucking us in our comforting beds. The sun hid behind the dove gray clouds, the Earth stopped revolving around the ball of fire in the sky and it was just me and my once known father