The week I learned how to talk in December, the doctors let my mom and I go home. I rememer my uncle driving my mom and I home. I was still so weak on a wheelchair. The nurses gave my mom a powder to mix in my drink. I still couldn’t drink liquid. Boston was raining so heavy. I was sitting in my uncle’s van heading home, my mom was sitting in the car too. I had on my seatbelt. I was having a conversation with the rain throughout the whole ride. The rain meant god is crying and when the thunders came, god was mad. We were home, my dad got out and brought my wheelchair and bags in the house. My sister and brothers came home from school. My siblings were so happy to see my mom. My toys at the hospital was all in my parents room. My brothers and sister ask my mom to cook, I miss her cooking but I was more happy to be home.
To be continued,,,,,