• Coming in and out of consciousness, the voice was fading in and out.
    "Do you remember your name?" The voice would ask. Everything would fade out again. Again it all came into focus as I struggled to sit up. He would tell me to lay back down. So I would. He would ask me again.
    "Do you remember your name?" I managed to tell him this time, shortly before losing consciousness again. I then awoke again in the hospital, I was hooked up to machines and many different things.
    "Why?" I thought to myself. I was alone in the room. I didn't want to wake up, but I did. I had hoped for everything to fade out again. Waiting for everything to slip away, it never came. Tears slowly started coming down my face. I was not happy, simply did not care. It seemed so promising, to be able to leave it all behind in an instant. I heard the door slowly open. I looked over, and saw him standing there. The one person who I thought never cared. The one who abused me as a kid. The one who constantly put me down. My dad was standing there, and walked over to me. I broke down in his arms, and said I was sorry.
    Seeing him standing there, made me realize, life is worth giving a shot. When you hit that low, and think nobody cares, there is that one person you never thought who would care.
    To this day, I am grateful and closer to my dad than ever.