3.4 Jackson Her Writing 1

 THAT day 

At the start of this year, I had one of the most traumatic experiences ever. My innocent, loving, caring mom had a seizure. This happened in Minnesota where she was visiting family. From the story that I heard, my mom was holding my little sister in her arms when suddenly she fell over. Everyone in the room was frantic. My family members didn't know what to do other than to call the police. There were cries from all corners of the room. Is she going to be okay? What's going on? What's wrong with her? 

The ambulance was taking too long so my brother decided that the right thing to do was to get her in the car and rush her to the nearest hospital. He drove like a mad man. As if there were no one else on the road. The only thing that was in his way was the thought of not making it in time. 

By the time my brother arrived at the hospital my mom's episode had already ended. Thank god. She was admitted to a room and a doctor came to check on her. She was okay, but she didn't remember a single thing. She didn't know how or why she ended up in a hospital bed. Everything was then explained to her.

When the doctor left the only ones left in the room were my mom, my brother, and a nurse. My mom felt the need to use the bathroom. The nurse assisted her to where the restroom was. A few moments later my brother and the nurse heard some grunting and shuffling coming from the bathroom. The nurse went to check. My mom was going through another episode. The doctor was immediately called back, and my brother was asked to leave the room.

This is when he called me and the rest of my siblings, to let us know of the events that had occurred. Our reactions were mixed. 

"Are you serious?"

"Stop lying."

"How did it happen?" 

...

"I don't know if she'll be okay." 

There was silence. We all knew what he meant.

We all made the decision to go to my mom that very same night. My other brother and the rest of my sisters live far away but luckily at the time, we were all around the same area. The car ride was rough. The air was filled with thoughts of my mother. Will she be okay? Will she not be okay? These thoughts bounced around the whole drive to Minnesota. 

When we arrived, it was already two in the morning but my brother was still up waiting for us at his house. At the time the pandemic was still raging on so we were not allowed in the hospital. He informed us that my mom was in stable condition. We all cheered. Some with hugs and others with tears of joy. 

Our hopes and prayers were answered. Our mom was going to be okay. 

From the moment my brother called us and told us what had happened till when we got the good news about my mom, it had only been six hours but those six hours were the longest six hours of my life. The anticipation, worriedness, and anxiousness made the time pass on by very slowly. Those six hours felt like a whole damn day. It was undoubtedly the single worse day of my life.