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A Fear That Will Last forever It was late afternoon on a Saturday in March; I am at home with my dad. The sun is shining so bright, the birds are singing, such a beautiful spring day. Tomorrow is Easter and I just baked a cake to take to church for the Sunday school class that I teach. A bunny rabbit, ears, nose, eyes, whiskers, so precise, the children will love it. As I am in the hot kitchen, working away to create my special surprise for the children in my class, my dad is in the bathroom taking a shower. I am almost finished with the details of the cake when my dad comes out of the bathroom with a horrifying look on his face and stumbles to the kitchen. He is dressed only in his towel and is body is still wet from the shower. I looked at him and I immediately noticed that his face was as red as blood, covered with sweat beads and had a terrified look that I had never seen on my dad before. Something was wrong! I walked over to him and asked him if he was okay. His reply was “no, I don’t feel right, I’m dizzy and my left arm is tingling”. I have always been “daddy’s little girl”, my dad is my hero, my dad is invincible. I knew that I had to help him and I had to do it fast. “What do I do?” Thought and fears are running through my head so fast that I think I might faint.
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