what a mourning i've had
well nice anastasia played my alarm this morning and woke me up at 10 30.....not long after the morning turned sad....my aunt called about my dad and yea so.....he needs a mirace which probably won't happpen seeing as it's a miracle and that's rare...but the coolest or weirdest, for lack of better words, thing accoured this morning. i was waiting for my mom to pick me up so we could meet my aunt at the hospital and there was a knock at the door which i thought might be my aunt which confused me but it ended up being a mexican lady (which later she told me lives down the street) but she tried to hand my a flyer and dropped it and when i picked it up she saw i had been crying and she asked if i was ok and i siad no my dad's in the hospital and then she hugged me for a while too and said a prayer, not that i'm religious, but it made me cry even more and i felt so thankful to her, and then she asked his name and said she'd keep him in her prayers...but she also told me that i had to believe that he'd get the best doctors and nurses, etc. and that'd he'd be ok, but basically she was telling me to believe in god, i think anyways...i don't know if i were to all of a sudden believe he's going to come out of this either out of some MIRACLE i'll be restored to faith, or i'll believe and be miserably let down....so i'll prepare myself for what will happen and keep that little hope for a miracle on the side....