• "Ahh!" My high-pitched scream echoed through the entire house. Mom came to the rescue. "What is it, hon?" My answer was a cry of defeat as I nudged my dad's arm off of my lap. "Oh, no!" she said, and called my two brothers, Nick and Paul, down to get him to the hospital. They rushed down and grabbed dad into their arms without hesitatation. This was perfectly normal. My dad had a bad heart problem. He was having these constant heart attacks. I thought about this as I dashed up to my room to cry like I usually do. I heard the car wheeze on through my ringing ears, and pictured a horrible picture in my head. But I pushed it away. I knew he would pull through, I knew it. But somehow this fact only made me cry harder. I gasped sharply to get rid of my tears, and ran down to do my job. Checking to see if there was any damage in the area where it happened. I saw a few spots of blood, but nothing else. Good. Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, and a forced "Hello?" came through my lips. "Anything, hon?" my mom said. "Spots of blood," I replied. "Good," she echoed me, and hung up. I took a deep breath and didn't dwell on the possible bad things that could happen. Only good. That's what my mom had said to do when this happens. Just get on with your life.