While taking him to the hospital Alan was seizing. Alan and his family spend some days at the hospital while Alan was in coma. After Alan recovered from coma, family shifted to the hospital in Philadelphia. His recovery took his wife and child thru a road of so many ups and downs of emotions. “Where is the Mango Princess?”
Grandma is a strong woman and sets a good example for her large family. Grandma is clearly “tough as steel” as every family member, including herself, describes her as
I wasn’t their special baby; I was more like their problem child. Our household was run like a military base. My father barked orders while my mother reared the children. When I was a child I felt like my dad’s favorite. I played sports, dug in the dirt, played sports and just wanted to be around my dad.
“Mama, papa!” I cheered. “Grandmother, Grandfather!” the kids shrieked.
Our parents came in one at a time to talk to us and about how we were feeling. They made sure to tell us that they loved us a bunch, and everything would be okay. As I started crying, both my mom and dad would cry too. They didn’t like that Garrett and I were feeling this way. I remember going to bed crying silently, because I wanted to be the tough one.
Back on the road, the grandmother
A couple day later my Grandparents, Debbie and Lonny Spaulding, Sat at the fair. Watching there kids, Renea’s siblings, go on rides. My Grandmother had a bad back so she didn’t go on any rides, my Grandfather just couldn’t be bothered.
Aunty Gernide found her child on the floor face down.her heart dropped ,now she knew that something was wrong. She picked up the child fragile body he wasn't breathing.with the dying baby close to her bosom she was driven to the town's hospital. Four hours flew by after reaching her destination she was told some bad news. Apparently the doctors did not know what was wrong with the baby. They claimed that he was a perfectly healthy baby.
As I slowly walked over to where my mom was sitting I dreaded the conversation that was about to happen. As soon as she handed me the phone I said “hi” and after a long silence I finally heard my father’s booming voice through the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear about you and your boyfriend.” When I heard this I couldn’t help but fight back the tears. Crying was never acceptable so I already knew better then to let him hear me cry.
The grandma was hoping that she was injured in some way so the blame
“Do you believe in Leah’s story? Do you believe it’s true?” William asked timidly, looking around the abandoned building nervously. He gripped the flashlight in his hand, beaming the light in different directions. Roman, the boy beside him, laughed at his friend’s fear.
My little sister, who is two years old, she didn’t know what was going on she just thought dad was going to work. She is always sad when dad leaves, but today I said “don’t worry Salie, daddy is going away for a little while, but then he will be back”, or at least I hope so.
They were crying the hole way, but they didn't want us to notice, they had quit cries. we stepped into the buss and as the buss was taking off I wanted to take last look at my Unties and uncle before I left I took a look and I saw them crying there faces were red, I remembered when we use to have family gathering in our garden and how fun it was, the smell of the grace the beautiful breeze. At that second I felt like this was the last time I was going to see them, a tear fell down my cheeks I didn't feel it Intell it touched my drawing book
and I used to play with my dad and these two were familiar faces to me in the initial stages and I developed a trust on them, The important thing I felt in this stage was feeding and my parent’s care. As we were in a joint family I always stayed with my parents and never allowed my uncle or aunt to lift me, when they tried to do so I used to switch on my alarm that is my cry, it forced my mom to run all the way from the kitchen to take care of me.
I lay on my bed, tears rolling down my face looking at an old photo of my mom, my dad knocks on the door and enters the room, “Are you ok?” he asks looking at the tears rolling down my cheeks, “You miss her don’t you?” I nodded my head “I do too son I think about her
