Over the past few weeks, Dad has been working a lot.
His body has been suffering as you can see. I observe him consuming five cups of coffee a day, and that is before noon. He might drink more in the afternoon, but I can only assume. Owning your own roofing company, I suppose that’s what happens in the summer. He would be performing better if he had the staff, but since he does not, he is always working. I really want to be able to help him, but I’m only 11 and I’m afraid of heights. He means the world to me, but I hope that this fear vanishes as I get older. In an effort to overcome that fear, I try to put myself in challenging situations. Today, despite the fact that his speech was a little slurred from lack of sleep, we were barely conversing. He was on his way to get his fourth cup of coffee at around ten in the morning when all of a sudden he lost his balance and his head slammed into the window air conditioner. My mother immediately ran to him, and you can see the fear on her face. I started to cry because I was so perplexed. What just occurred? The window air conditioner suddenly dislodged from the window and landed on the street outside. His head really slammed into it. Dad was unconscious when mom called an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, our neighbor, an HVAC technician, told us not to worry because he would check to make sure the air conditioner was okay. We are concentrating on my dad, though I’m glad we have a cooling technician who lives next door.