January 8, 2016
Dear Journal,
I'm currently sitting on a chair beside the gurney where Kevin is sleeping, in the hospital. It has only been a day here at the hospital, and I'm kinda sick of it. Hospitals always had the alert smell in the air and not very good tasting food. I even had to convince my mom and dad for them to bring me food from our house. All I have been doing here is, eat food, sleep, and write stories or journal entries. Luckily, I didn't have to do the chores at home, so I wouldn't be so tired at the end of the day. My parents had told me that I needed to go home after today, cause they didn't want to waste gas, driving back and forth to get food for me. Plus, they wanted me to continue my chores. Adios.
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