Abby
The ship, with its sprawling decks and glowing lights, is a thing of beauty. I can’t believe I talked Dad into this trip. He’s terrified of the ocean—or, any body of water where he can’t see the bottom.
He says he had a bad experience as a child, but I think he’s just plain ol’ scared. He can’t swim, but he doesn’t want anyone to know. Not even me.
I step through the steamy air of the pool area and see people scattered around the deck chairs, enjoying the cool night air and the gentle sway of the ocean. I wish I had the courage to find a spot by the pool and take a dip, but I"m too shy to even think about it. Plus, Dad and the doctors agreed, it’s best if my cannula stays put on this trip. They don’t want my body working any harder than it should, and I am to take zero risks at lea
