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It was 3:00pm and I had just arrived from school. The phone rang and it was my father calling to tell me ¡°Frances I ¡®m in the hospital, call your mother and tell her I am here.¡± He then explained to me that he had been at work and that he could not feel the right side of his body. He said that he had a pounding headache and that he had decided to drive him self to the hospital. At that moment I was filled with fear and uncertainty. I was scared that my father was seriously ill. Still unsure of what was going on, I hung up the phone and did exactly what he had told me to do. After informing my mother of what had recently occurred, I was bombarded with a sudden rush of mixed thoughts. I knew that my father had a history of high blood pressure and I was trying to figure out what could have gone wrong. I could not concentrate on anything. I tried to do my homework and I could not get my self to do it. After 30 minutes of worrying, I finally found some kind of temporary comfort in watching the television. Later that evening my sister, my brother, and I went to visit my father in the hospital. While riding in the car, my sister revealed to my brother and I, that our father had suffered a mild stroke. I remember her telling me ¡°I am sure he¡¯s going to be ok, don¡¯t worry.¡± Although inside I was frightened and uneasy, I automatically felt as though I had to hide all my emotion and be strong for my family.
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