I opened my eyes in the hospital and I heard someone exclaim. The person rushed to me and tried to get me to recognize them. For a moment, I did not understand if I was alive or dead. The room looked like it was spinning and my head was heavy. My vision was blurry and I could not see the face of the woman beside me. But then my vision began to get better, and for a moment, I thought I saw my mother's face. Then my vision got all better and I saw who it was. It was my Aunt Veronica. She was my mother's younger sister, the only relative I still had.
"Pedro, are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere? Do you need anything?"
She went on about a million questions but all I wanted was to see my parents. That was the only thing I wanted. I wanted to think it was all a dream, and that soon, my fat
