Caitlyn
IT WAS A true blessing to see the faces of my loved ones together. Everything was a blur for me; I didn't remember anything that happened to me.
Currently squished between mom and dad was my favorite thing. I felt the love in their hold and I realized that I was indeed alive.
"We were worried sick about you, babygirl," dad cooed, playing with my hair.
"How are you feeling, love?" Mom asked, making me sit up slightly to sip some water.
I chugged the water, my throat rejuvenated. "I'm fine, mom, don't worry about me." I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine.
"You really know how to give your old man a heart attack," dad nudged me and I chuckled at how he wiggled his eyebrows.
"What happened to me?" They warily glanced at each other, debating on whether to tell me or not. I coul
