The day was as normal as ever, I went to school and got back from school peacefully, until some thing happened. I found some sort of mysterious objects that is in my left hand while I was writing my fifth grade homework. I stopped doing my homework and started playing with the small rounded and solid meatball in my hand. I felt a bit funny, amused, frightened, terrified, and worried about not knowing of what is it. The next day I hurried to my parents and told them what was happened and what was in my hand. They wanted to take me to the hospital, but I rejected very badly, partly because I still did not like hospital much. My parents and I had a long negotiation in the dinning room at dinner. I finally won the negotiation, I didn't have to go to the hospital. I was very happy that I danced around singing songs and with a smile on my face for the rest of the week.
A week later, a terrible disaster happened to me. I had to go to the hospital because I was forced by my parents to go to the hospital.
On the way to the hospital, it was terrible. I kept asking my father, who's driving the car and what is going to happen to me after I met the doctor. Is the doctor going to give me a few shots that will cause enormous pain? Or give me some bitter Medicines that I hated the most? Or am I going to have operations? The moment I said, "operation", sweat started dripping from my head and body as if I was flooded with sweat. My heart pounded as hard as ever. My heart is going to explode. I couldn't think clear.