I fell to the floor with a thud, the knife drawn close to me. All I could think was that it was over, I have lost. But I slowly regain my strength in the places where the blood flowed. I final pushed him to the ground with a grunt.
My clothes ripped, he pulls me toward him. I fall over and we tumble down the hill in battle. He cuts my leg again and slowly draws a blow to my head. I feel the blood flow and trickle past my weakened neck.
He runs away in fear of being caught of what he has done. As the hours pass I lay there curious if someone will find me. I feel my body slowly pulling away from my life, and then the noise of sirens and the bright flashes whip toward me.
Everything goes dark and I see the whiteness of heaven above. I know I’ve died. I see the angles and my mother flow toward me to greet me with their happiness. I didn’t know if I had the strength to smile. But then I’m slowly brought back to life.
I hear the buzz and shock of the doctor trying hard to bring me back. I then don’t see heaven, I don’t see my life again, and I just lay there. Confused, I’m in a comma all I can hear is my own thoughts. I then pass out, I can’t think anymore.
My daughter lays there. As a dad of four kids I am worried, she’s my oldest. I couldn’t stand the thought of not having her. I go home tired and worried. I don’t shower, brush my teeth or anything. I go to my bedroom crying my eyes out. I feel as if I lost my wife again or maybe even my dad.
I go to the hospital the next morning, but I don’t follow my normal routine. I immediately seek the doctor who watches my child. Bad news, she won’t be awake again for five years, or maybe she’ll die in all. But patience is the answer to my depressing thoughts about my daughter…
I spent the last four years crying my eyes out, I lost my normal habits and every day I waited at that hospital for her to move or even say a word. I was then diagnosed with depression, but I wasn’t surprised I’ve had this before. My other three kids are then moved down to Florida to their grandmother’s because I was an unfit father.
It’s now Christmas of the fourth year, I spend it in the hospital. In February of 2011 my daughter was found attacked, breathless and thought of as dead. It is now 2014 I wait every day for her breath to come back, she is as beautiful as my dearly dead wife, I couldn’t risk losing her.
Christmas passed by depressingly and it is now February gaining into the fifth year. I wait impatiently now wanting her breath to come back, her life. I call the family or just her aunt. I want her only other relative to be there when she comes back.
Good news approaches, she is showing signs of breath, she is now awake. My immediate reaction was to see her as soon as possible. The staff wouldn’t let me because she shows sign of permanent brain damage. I cry and rush to her room. I couldn’t take it, when she spoke her first word it surprised me. She had said dad. I knew she couldn’t forget me, but she had trouble remembering anything else.
The hospital went to immediate reaction and began a research to help her regain the memory. They play memory games, they ask her questions, but it shows no sign of growth in her memory status. She talks, she can remember basic things. I feel like this will take months and those months can turn into years.
Then it is like something snapped, like something all of a suddenly pulled the nerves back together and helped her gain back the memory. I cried in happiness, I was tired of seeing my daughter like this. She then answered every question they asked positively, and then came the questions of the attack.
