Life of me.

Chapter 3.

"Kelsey would you like to go back there now?" A nurse finially asked me after 4 days of waiting. I shot up instantaly and agreed. Holding my mom's hand on the way back to my dad's room. That walk felt like forever. Passing each sick person , room by room... Made me realize that dad wasn't in the best condition, considering he was in intensive care. one.. two.. three.. four.. five.. rooms later we we're there. My mom asked me if I wanted to go first and I hesitated, not knowing what I was going to see, but then agreed and pushed open the curtain. Once open there on the hospital bed layed a familiar face. My dad was lifeless. Laying on the bed, conected to machines and breathers that helped him stay alive I guess. He didn't look to good, but he was still my idol. The strongest person I know. Most normal ten year olds would cry and hide behind their mommy's at the sight... I didn't. I was used to seeing him like this. But... This time was weird. Not right. He couldn't talk to me. "He can hear you, ya know" The nurse would say. I belived her at the time, but deep down I know he couldn't. So, with that said, I did what I do best. Crawled in the bed with him and just talked. I talked about how waiting to see him was hard, I talked about my Cabage Patch Doll me and Ty would play with in the waiting room. I pretended like he could hear every word. Even though I knew he couldn't. My mom just kind of sat there and listened too. She was facinated by how I didn't care if he didn't reply. I still knew he was there. At the end of the day was really hard for me, because I couldn't stay with him in his room because the doctors did tests on him at night. So, I'd kiss him on the cheek, and wispher the three words I despratley needed to hear back ; I love you.