My story is definitely not that important so please go to someone who need some it more before you read mine!! Once corona hit my dad didn’t think much of it. Basically our whole family thought that it was gonna pass through very easily and no one would be harmed. That all changed when me and my mom got back from spring break. My dad didn’t feel very well. Eventually he got tested and it came back positive. He was out for 2 weeks. But my dad gave it to my brother, my brother gave it to my mom, my mom gave it to my grandma, and my grandma gave it to my Granada. So I was living in a household of 8 and 5 people had this deadly disease. Everyone got better except my grandpa. On his birthday, April 7th we had to call the ambulance because he said he couldn’t breath. But what hurts me the most is I didn’t wake up to say happy birthday. Or say goodbye when he went to the hospital. I was sleeping while my Grandpa was in an ambulance. What kind of person am I? I’m such a bad granddaughter. I don’t wale up in time to say goodbye. It haunts me still. Then on April 24 he passed away. I feel so guilty because I was too selfish to wake up. I hate myself for it and I don’t know what to do. I’m too scared to tell my parents because they still have to pay all the hospital bills and have a lot going on in their life. It hit me so hard that I was a horrible humming being that I could wake up before 11.
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