I couldn't remember much. All I remember was talking to my mom than just falling asleep in the hospital room. Well now I'm home. Home sweet home. I don't think I've been recovering much. Nothing has been different at all ever since I found out I've gotten Dyspraxia. I'm working with it, trying to get used to all these abnormal feelings. Being at home has seemed to make me happy. It feels like I've been in a different universe, galaxy, a world. A place where I don't have dyspraxia.
My family has been helping me, A LOT. I feel over-protected but I just know they love me and want me to feel better. I keep asking myself questions, pondering about things that to me, are make believe, a fantasy. Like, Am I going to get better? Will dyspraxia ever go away? I can't believe this is real.
Home. Home home home. Eating dinner as a family, being able to be normal, and everyone caring about me. I consider family the definition of home. When you're with your family, you're loved and know you can depend on someone. That's why I like home. And that's also why I'm nervous. Nervous that Camp Steele will be starting tomorrow afternoon.
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Two Birds with One Blow
Ficção AdolescenteHalie Johnson is suffering from the common disability of Dyspraxia. At such a bold age as 15, it's hard for her. She goes to camp called Camp Steele to control her seizure attacks and other symtoms. Halie doesn't know what's in for her, but her mom...
