Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Bad Fall

My grand-aunt recently had a fall in my house. Her weak legs gave way and she fell backwards, hitting her head against the cold marble floor in the living room. I was sleeping at that point of time and I heard a really loud bump. But what really woke me up was the scream that followed after.

The scene was epic. I came downstairs and the maid was screaming at the top of her lungs. My mom was sitting on the floor, holding her aunt in her arms and there was a lot of blood on the floor. She was saying things like "Aunt! You can't die now, you can't die!" My father then was walking back and forth, asking for the ambulance number, which we all know is 995, but he panicked and forgotten exactly what to do.

Sure, it sounds pretty messed-up but I cannot emphasize how funny and dramatic. It was like lifted off the TV screen and for a moment, I thought my grand-aunt had died. It turned out that old hag is still alive and conscious. For obvious reasons, I would not explain why she is a hag.

My mother then reminded my panicky father that we have a car and the hospital is just 5 minutes away from our home. So, we put her in the car with towels covering her bleeding head and drove. Thanks to my grand-aunt, my father went over the red traffic light for the first time in his life.

I don't know what is with my father, he used to be quite calm and he usually leads the family in times of emergency, crisis and events like that. Maybe age is catching up with him and now he has lost his cool. My mom, in spite of all the tragic events, remained to be quite the thinker. Though my mother may do everything by herself, my father would always support her by reminding things that she has forgotten to do. Like I said before, my father does stuff but he doesn't like talking to strangers about things. He isn't as charismatic as my mother.

As for my sisters, my elder sister was working so she wasn't there to witness the whole event but if she was there, I guess she would have already told my mother to drive grand-aunt to the hospital immediately.

If there is one thing I have learned from my father, it would be that I do not want to grow up to become like him.

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