That's weird. 8 am and I don't smell break feast being made. Why? He always makes break feast. I thought that I should go check on him, but now I wish I haden't. ''Dad?'' There he was, laying on the floor. ''Um-um. Yeah...'' His voice faded out into the air. ''What's going on dad?'' He didn't reply. I went down and felt his heart. His heart beat was getting slower and slower. ''Dad? Dad please.'' He slowly started to close his eyes. I ran to the phone as fast as I could and was screaming for help.
We were on the way to the hospital. ''Is he okay? What's going on?'' The lady in the embulancenext to me slowly said, ''We can't tell. Has he been acting strange?'' I got a confused look on myface. I didn't know what was going on. He wasn't acting different, not that that I noticed anyway. I was so scared. I didn't know what to think. Will he be okay? Everything is falling appart. First Taylor told me to make a choice, then this? ''So um, how long will it be until he recovers?'' The doctor was still checking his heart rate. ''I'm not sure, maybe days. Weeks, months. vWere not sure how serious the case is yet. We arn't even sure what's going on. As soon as we find out we will let you know.'' I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing everything right. I was. This can't be. Not to my dad. ''Honey, you-you will be staying with your Aunt Carly.''
I arrived at her house. As always, it was spotless. She is the biggest neat freak you will see. ''Hey, I'm sorry about what is happening to your father. But I am here for you.'' She said the words, but I don't know if I believe them. I mean, I barley even know her. She is rarely in my life. I don't understand why I can't stay with Taylor or something. Well, All I can do is prey that my dad will be better. Soon.
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Miracle
RandomKristen's whole life Is messed up. Her mother died from cancer when she was just 8 years old. She never realized how lucky she was to have her dad. She never saw him for what he really was. A while later her dad starts to have cancer. If only have %...