GENEVIEVE
Two weeks later, I am forced back to reality.
I'm forced to let go of the hope I held onto so tightly when Dad was in the accident. Because the truth is, he's not waking up and probably won't. The doctor said the longer he stays in a coma, the lower his chances of coming out of it. And even though I visit him every day, I can feel the dark cloud hanging over his hospital bed. And I can tell my dad is probably not there anymore, no matter how much I talk to him and read to him and everything.
And that's been too painful to think about, so I distracted myself with school before summer break. And cleaning. I do this a lot when I'm anxious or stressed. I scrub floors and counters and dishes and the bathroom. In my head, I'm clearing my mind. Does it work? For a while, mayb
