Verbal Videos

1. Walking in the room the first thing you see was the big bed. The room was surrounded with the old curtains that dragged on all the way to the ground from the small windows. Lying on bed was my dad watching his regular Saturday movie on the sixteen inch black and white TV. A couple of feet away my mom ironing some shirts that he had just picked form the clothesline. Everything was se to be another Saturday afternoon at home.

2. Job, who is my brother, and I were sitting down on the ground next to the bed, playing with Legos, which had our teeth marks all over it from taking them apart. A small moan comes from the bed, which sounded like my dad. I took a peak, pulling down the bed covers, and there was my dad looking under his shirt. I approached him and saw a big red mark on the left side of his chest.

3. Uncontrolled screams was all you could hear from my mom, brother and I when located the bug that had bit him. Under the little dog doll we found the black-widow that had bitten my dad. The iron ended up on the ground my mom holding my dad and crying helplessly. My dads skin with every minute felt more like ice, and his left side was not under his control anymore.

4. My mom runs, still with tears flowing like a river on her cheeks, next door to my uncle’s house. You can see her head through the windows as she goes through the hallway that leads to my uncle’s room. My dad’s condition is getting worse by the minute, and my brother and I are trying to help him get dressed to take him to the hospital.

5. His left arm was in, however we were struggling with the right side of the shirt; I pulled down on the shirt and my brother held my dad’s hand. Just like my mom left she came in, right behind her was my uncle who owned a motorbike, which was going to be my dad’s ambulance to the hospital. It was a black colored bike that he had rebuilt, the rust on the metal and the worn out seat told us it had been used.
It took more then the usual five kicks to turn the bike on, which raised the tension and worry levels even higher.

6. Entering the hospital the distinctive smell of sickness arouse and gave me the chills. To feel more comfortable and safer I decided to hold my moms right hand, which gave me the warmth I needed. As we walked in I we passed through many rooms, each one told a different story and felt like a different world. I wanted to peek into all of them, but my mom’s hand pulled me back like the leash of a dog being walked in the park, all I could hear was the silence of the place, which was accompanied with the beeping of the machines, and the occasional, “nurse”.

7. My brother started feeling uneasy, as if he could feel my dad’s presence, approaching his room. The door was shut, but there was light crawling out of it, as if to guide us and invite us in. My mom was not crying anymore, her cheeks had trail of tears. The room was very small with machines and tubes running all over my dad’s room. With a dull expression of internal sadness on his face, and tubes running out of his nose, my dad laid in bed, silent and unconscious, with his eyes closed and laying flat on his back looked very helpless.