I stared out the window as my dad drove down the highway. It was then that I realized we weren’t going home. I turned and looked at him. “Where we going, pops?” I asked.
He hesitated. “To the hospital.”
I looked at him, confused. “Why?”
He hesitated again but sighed. “Your sister is sicker than we thought she was…”
“…what?”
“She had an asthma attack at school—”
“Asthma? Since when did Cynthia have asthma?” I asked, raising my voice. I think I was starting to freak. “Your sister had asthma since she was much younger. But it was never serious…”
“Okay… so she had an asthma attack and…”
“The teachers took her to the hospital. When they were doing a checkup they found out that she has a serious flu.”
“A flu? Is that really bad?” I asked. I’ve had the flu before. I didn’t need to g
