Only Thing example essay topic

Pitter-patter. The sound of light rain falling against the window sill has continued since early morning. It is now early evening. The skies are preparing for sunset, as hues of orange and blue mingle, intercepted by streaks of violet. In the base green field beyond the pediatrics building, sits my father, alone, on a wooden bench. The bench is socked to a dark brown.

My father is as drenched as the bench; he holds no umbrella. Instead, through my window, I can see that he is gripping something dearly in his right hand. A photo, perhaps. I see his mouth moving - no doubt pleading to my mother again... I cannot bear to watch him any longer, so I turn awa, trying hard to hold back my tears. This is my father who will not even let me open the windows when it is raining, in fear that I might catch a cold or infection.

How could someone so aware of someone else's health sit there being soaked through? If I were to ask him why, the reply would be predictable: "Because I'm a grown-up and you " re still a kid". I'd just nod my head at his preposterous reasoning, not because I actually would fall for it of course. I mean, as if rain drops would fall like missiles, targeting children only.

I am a nine year-old in grade three. Since I have started primary school, my attendance has only been a total of about 6 months. I may be shorter than others of my age, but I consider myself smarter than many of my age group. After all, I am the only one of my friends who can easily do grade six maths.

But it has been a while since I last saw my friends - today would be the 2nd month and 17 more days to be exact. I am a leukemia patient. Being discharged, and then rehospitalized. Being discharged again, and then rehospitalized once more...

This was the life that came upon me two years ago. I haven't kept count largely, but I'm sure this repetition has occured more than tem times already. My father has never told me of exactly what is wrong with me, and he probably never will. But I am surrounded by other kids, some older, some younger, who are diagnosed with leukemia, so it is a bit hard not to find out.

My father assures me, then reassures me again, that the doctors are just trying to make me into the healthiest person in the world, and soon I'll be able to walk out of his hospital, as the luckiest person in the world. That is my father. Always treating me like an ignorant little kid and making up nice ways to explain and cover things. But I'm not as dumb as he thinks. Sometimes, I feel like he is trying to reassure himself, trying to make himself believe that everything will be O.K. But I know that's not the way it is going to be. Children die around me every week.

Some scream, kick and cry until they gradually lose energy and suddenly turn silent, whilst others quietly leave in their sleep. I hope that when it is time for me to go, I can follow the footsteps of the latter. I do not fear death. In fact, I pray everyday. I pray to God, asking him to take me quickly. How much more pain do I have to endure, so that I can die?

Please God, I pray, take me to my mother's side quickly. The only thing that makes me reluctant of leaving, is my father. My father who would be all alone. Alone, in the whole wide world... -The End-.