The day started out like any other, but it sure didn’t end that way.  The sun was shining, the sky was a bright beautiful blue, and it was the last week of school before summer break.  I got up,  ate breakfast, and waited for my dad to pick my brother, sister, and I up from my mom’s house to take us to school.  I wished my mom could drive me to school because I didn’t get along very well with my dad, but my mom had to work in the morning, After awhile, I decided to go  sit on the porch.  It was warm outside and there was a slight breeze that made my long brown hair hit my face repeatedly. It was almost time to go and my dad wasn’t there yet.  I started to get worried, but just then I heard a soft buzzing noise,it was my phone.  I looked at it and saw that it was a text from my dad’s girlfriend. She said she was going to take us to school instead of my dad because he had a fever and needed to rest. This was strange because my dad was one of those people who hardly ever got sick, even with a cold.  But people get sick all the time,  I told myself, and this isn’t any different.

After school, my mom picked us up from school and told us that we were going to visit my dad in the hospital. I was shocked, how could a little fever turn into something this bad in a matter of hours? I thought.
“Why is he in the hospital?” I asked my mom in a high quiet voice that was not my own.
“He has some sort of heart problem” she replied.
“What kind of heart problem?” I asked in the same horrible voice.
“I’m not sure,” she sighed, “you can ask him when you see him.”
We drove the rest of the way in silence,  giving my brain time to proccess what was going on.   I argue with him all the time I thought  and now he’s in the hospital, what if-  Then the car stopped suddenly, interrupting my thoughts. We were there.
When we got to the room my dad was in, my little sister started crying.
“Are you going to be okay?” she wondered with tears in her eyes. “Yes” said my dad, but I could tell he wasn’t as sure as he sounded. “They’re going to run some tests and I’ll probably have to get surgery, but after that I can go home.”  After a long pause I asked,
“So, do you know what the problem is?”
“No, that’s why they’re running the tests” he said
“Oh, well do they at least have an idea?” I inquired.
“No” he answered impatiently.  I knew my constant questions were annoying, but when I’m scared of something I want to know everything I possibly can about it, but I stopped. I knew my dad needed to rest and my annoying questions weren’t going to help anything, so I waited.
After three weeks of waiting,  the tests were done, the surgery had been done successfully, and my dad was coming home.  He still had to wear an IV at home though, and he was very weak. Thinking about what could have happened made me realize that the little things you argue with your family about aren’t as important as getting along with them because you never know what could happen, or what you would do without them.