My dad and me were on the couch. We were watching some family comedy and in this scene the daughter jumped up in her dads knee and he was bouncing her... Dad and I both laughed. Both remembering how I used to do the same thing as well as my sister. I'd throw a tantrum if dad had had enough. "you were a feisty little kid Bella" dad chuckled. I smiled and headed to the fridge for a coke. "grab us another beer will ya love" dad called after me. I grabbed both the coke and beer from the fridge as. I sat down one night and discussed it with her for a good solid hour. As we had gotten well into our conversation I said, “We don’t have to participate if we don’t want to. How about we go and just look around before deciding.” She finally began to cave in on the idea as she agreed to at least check it out. There was a party right around the corner as I asked Larry for all the particulars on it. It was being held at a home of one of the group members and there were about twenty or so invited.. I could hardly thinkstraight, but I remember asking myself: "Why are they transporting me tothe company, and not to a hospital?"I regained consciousness again in a sort of hospital bed. I was stillquite ill, but I was grateful for being saved. I was receivingintravenous fluids through an injection in my arm and I could feel acatheter inserted in my urethra and a tube in my throat, helping mebreathe. The fever was still high and a felt some non localized pain inmy guts, more like a nausea. I. I had taken up my usual summer job at a nearby corner store, with hours not dissimilar from my school hours. In that way, our family routine changed little. One sweltering night in July, Mom arrived home in a funk. Like the hydra, the threat of losing her job had reared up again. I thought that her agency's lack of clarity on the matter was wholly unfair to the hardworking, underpaid social workers and other staff, but there was nothing I could do but be there for her. It was a Friday night,.