Goodbye

I remember being confused when he had to go to the hospital a lot. It happened once and then it happened again and again until one day he didn’t come back. The first time was scary, he was very sick and my mom was frantic. She was yelling and crying. Someone was on the phone. Then there were sirens and a fire truck and an ambulance. It all happened so fast, I didn’t understand what was going on. The following day my whole family went to visit him and we found out he was doing better. Then the cycle started again. He was sick, my mom was frantic, and the ambulance would take him away. Then we’d visit him and he would be fine. But one night he was taken away and the next day we weren’t visiting him at the hospital.

I didn’t say goodbye because I thought he’d come back like every other time.