I was browsing my record cases when I heard my dad’s voice at the other end. “I’m on the phone with my dad! He said to tell you…uh, hi Mom!” A little embarrassed, I hung up, and turned around to see my dad standing at the kitchen sink, a large pan of pasta in one hand, and a cup of cream in the other.
When I asked him what to do, he said, ‘I don’t know.’ But then he said, “I won’t let you in here.
I said, I wont let you in here.
The first time my dad told me to turn around, I knew he was joking, but I just didn’t want to see my dad in front of me, not while I was listening to my dad. I don’t know if he intended to be rude or a total jerk by telling me to turn around or if I just thought he was joking. He was kind enough to tell me to turn around and walk back to the main menu and head back out the door.
It was a few months ago when I was in the hospital for my grandmother, she was all out of stitches and she had been having a baby. I just took the baby away and it was a very pretty baby. It was really cool. She told me to sit down and put it on my head and just sit there, and then go back to the bed. I was getting a little bit sick with the pain and I could only get so much sleep.
The reason I wanted to get into the hospital was that I had been shot in the head twice and I’d been shot once. Not sure if it was a real weapon or an old weapon, I didn’t shoot either and I didn’t think it was real, but I knew for sure. I felt so stupid for not being able to do what I was supposed to do. I didn’t even know I was supposed to act like a fool for not being able to move my head.
And you know what? I still don’t know if it was real or not. But the fact that it did happen to me was the most depressing thing about it.
What a depressing thing though. And you know what, it’s not actually like that at all. In fact, it’s a completely different experience in the hospital. You’re not in a coma or something, as you’re walking around. The doctors are still doing their jobs. There’s still a lot of light, and it’s just you and the hospital room. The doctors think you should be able to go home tomorrow, but you can’t.
I think what has you scared is the fact that you can’t go home. I cant go home because I dont know if I want to. I have no idea what I want. I have no idea if I want to have my mother there with me, or if I want to spend the rest of my life with a man I just met. I dont know what I want. I have no idea what I want.
So what do you want? I dont know what it is, but I know what I want. I want to go home. I want to have my mother with me. I want to have a family. I want to get a job and get my life together. I want to love, and I want to be respected. I want to be respected in the world. I want to be respected in the hospital.