"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked into our house.
"Sweetheart! Come here!" My mom yelled.
I walked into the living room where my dad were sleeping. He had probaby been there all day.
"Is he getting any better?" I asked.
"I don't know sweetheart." My mom answered with a sad tone.
"I will take him to the doctor tomorrow." She said and looked up at me.
Her eyes were filled with tears and they were red like blood. She had not slept for, what I know, 48 hours. She was so worried about dad that she couldn't let him be alone for one minute.
"Mom, let me take him there. You need to rest too, you know." I said. The sight got more and more unclear and I started to cry.
"It's okay, Diana." Mom reached for my hand and held it hard in her hand. "Everything will be okay." Mom said.
I went up to my room. "Everything will be okay." That's what she always say. I know it won't be okay this time. My dad is suffering from a syndrome in his brain, that makes it hard for him to move, and even talk. I have cried so much the last year that I'm starting to wonder when will the tears stop falling?
