June 23, 2008
June 23, 2008
I hate hospitals…
My poor dad! He hasn’t left the hospital yet and it has been two whole days now. All of Mom’s friends and our neighbours have started dropping off pre-made suppers and telling us how sorry they are. I’m just tired of staying at the babysitter’s longer because Mom can’t make it home as early as Dad did. I miss Dad picking us up. This sucks. Tonight’s my first fastball try out and now Dad’s going to miss it. He’s always there to give me pointers, plus I get so nervous… who’s going to calm me down before I bat? I hate this. I just want him to come home.
Rebecca
