“Dad please, stop yelling! Calm down!” I was trying desperately to cover my ears. Tears were streaming down my face. I didn’t know what to do. There was no hope. I just wanted to run away and not come back. But I couldn’t do it to my mom. She had enough problems already and me running away wouldn’t help her. Dad was shaking all over and I couldn’t stand to glance at him. I ran to my room, closed the door and then collapsed on the bed. Between sobs I unwillingly sank into my memories.
As I stood outside the hospital room, my mind was racing down different paths of thought. “Did it really happen? “ I was constantly asking myself. I was motionless, unaware of my surroundings, utterly numb and disbelieving. It was shortly before Christmas, when my dad accidently felt from the stairs and I knew we won’t be together as a family on the Christmas day. Doctors told us he has a brain damage and he will have to learn everything again. I couldn’t understand what they meant, but I knew our life irrevocably changed.
Wow, that was a really short but intense story. Kind of like a dark "50 First Dates".
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