Snow Scene As a snowflake emerged from the sky, a tear trickled down my face.
While the snowflake brushed past a tree branch, and kissed the ground, the tear made its way into my mouth. I could feel its taste. Bitter, and full of resentment. That was exactly the way I was feeling at that point.
My whole life was breaking down. The words that started this whole web of disaster kept ringing in my head, over and over, like a broken record. "I hate you; go on your stupid date and leave me alone!" The scene kept flashing through my head in a blur. I recalled my dad sadly stepping out the house, about to go on his date, the first one since my mother had died in a car accident 6 months ago. I was disgusted that he could get over her so quickly. My eyes, filled with hate and disgust, followed his turned back.
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My dad
my dads filmsHe was about to close the front door behind him, when suddenly he tripped on the snow I had forgotten to clean up. The image of his head banging against the cold cement of the pathway will never leave my mind. He didn't move, and he didn't utter a single word.
Everything happened so quickly after that. The neighbours heard my horrified shrieks, and they immediately called an ambulance to take my dad to the hospital. I stepped into the vehicle in a daze after him. We then rushed to the hospital, where I had to wait for an hour before I was notified that my dad had suffered a severe heart attack. It was the result of stress. To make it even worse, he had also suffered a concussion from the impact of the fall. He was unconscious, and he would be in a critical condition for weeks, months or even years. No one knew when he would awake.
I was jolted out of my thoughts by a slamming door. My aunt had just entered the house. I was an only child, so she would be living with me until my father regained his consciousness. I looked out the window again, and watched many snowflakes fall from the sky, and melt into the everlasting blanket of white below. Oh, how I wished my problems would just melt away, just as the snow had. This whole mess was entirely my fault. I hadn't cleaned up the snow, which caused my dad to fall, and I practically chased him out of his own house, which was why he had a heart attack. I kept on thinking of the saying, "You never know how much something means to you, till you've lost it." How true this was! I had not really taken any notice of my father until recently, because the relationship I had with my mother was much better than the one I had with my dad. My mother's death upset me so much, that I took him for granted, and now I would have to live every day drowning in guilt because of what I had done.
One week passed, one month passed, and still my dad had not awoken. It was now the 18th of December- 1 week till Christmas Day. I had visited my dad every day, but there was still no sign of recovery. I walked into the hospital at 10am, as usual. This time, however, everyone's expression was somewhat different. The nurses greeted me with a touch of excitement in their voices. When I walked into my dad's room, the first thing I saw was his loving face smiling at me. Dad was alive! He had woken up! I walked towards him and slowly whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm so, so sorry. I don't hate you at all, in fact, I love you more than anything right now." "It's all right, honey," he whispered back, "I forgive you." On Christmas Day, dad was back with me at home. After enjoying a wholesome Christmas lunch, he settled down to have a nap. Later on, I heard my dad's loud snores echoing through the house. This sound had once irritated me so much, but now it brought only waves of love over me. I looked out the window. Again, snow was falling. With surprise, I felt tears wetting my face. This time, my tears were of happiness, not sadness. My tongue caught a falling tear. It tasted warm and loving, just like the way I was feeling towards my dad. I wondered, how could an object, a tear, be happy and sad? This made me realise that bad experiences were not necessarily bad; people just make them out to be bad in their minds. They focus on the negative things, instead of looking at the positive ones. For example, I had lost a mother, but at least I still had a father! The snow had stopped, along with my heartache. I went outside to clean up the snow on the doorstep, and along with it I felt as if I was cleaning up all my distress. I discovered then, that anything bad in life can be made into something good, all you have to do is look on the bright side of things!
A picture of a Snow Crystal taken by Wilson Bentle...