My Life

Chapter 6: Fear

As that summer moved along, Kaylee got sicker. So sick that walking through a parking lot was hard on her, one day mom was driving her home from yet another doctor, only going 16 miles an hour in a school zone. "Mommy can we slow down? You're going to fast and it's making me sick." Mom slowed down, "Honey we are already going slow." Kaylee nodded, "I know but it's making me sick." And the worry continued, my late night visits to Kaylee's bed became more and more frequent to where my body would actually make me sick so I'd wake up at midnight. I felt the nausea again come over me one night a year prior. Kaylee was on an oxygen test all night. I got up to check it, my worst fear confirmed. It read: oxygen-0 heart rate-0 brainwaves-0. "Should I get dad? He'll know what to do," I moaned. I just as I went to run Kaylee took a deep breath sending the numbers back to normal. I sighed and got back in bed, trying the rest of the night not to throw up.
Now, here she was. Worse off than she was a year ago. My worry and anxiety shot up even more. I no longer had friends only two and I didn't get to see them much. I spent a lot of time that summer with Kaylee, or alone, while she'd go out and play with the guys. Watching my sister fade like that will do strange things to the mind of a 10 year old.
"I hate you! Carla!" Kaylee screamed at one of my best friends. To Kaylee's defense the girl had just told her that shed replace Kaylee as my sister if Kaylee died. Still. Ouch.
Carla's face fell at Kaylee's words. The two had NEVER gotten along, their personalities were too similar. Mom took Kaylee into her room to cool her off and soon she was out playing with us again.
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*Flashback Sep. 2000*
You know those moments in your life, when you see something that to any human being would be considered crazy but to me, it's as real as the sun itself. I had just finished watching my favorite movie "Jesus" and I ran outside to dance around like any four year old would. I got the sudden urge to look up...so I did and I saw the most amazing sight any 4 year old or ANY human for that matter could ever see. I saw Jesus himself, walking on the clouds. He wore a red robe, with a bright blue sash, he had rugged looking brown hair with kind, beautiful eyes. He smiled at me and waved. I waved back and ran into the house, "Mommy! Mommy! I saw Jesus! He's coming to dinner!" I shouted happily and next my mom said the funniest thing, "Well I'd hope he wasn't my house is a mess!" I laughed, but it was then that I knew...no matter what Jesus was right there with me. I would need that more than ever in the near future.