Personal Narrative-Stuffed Bear

As I was laying there, on the bed in the hospital, I heard the door open up. I looked over to see who it was, and in the door way stood a man with tears running down his face. The man standing there was my father. As he bolted over to grab me his face became more and more clear. It was red and puffy from him crying. When he got to me he grabbed me and squeezed me as tight as he could. He buried his face into my shoulder and said, “I love you my princess, this isn’t fair, you’re too young to have this happen to you, you can’t die,” With tears rolling down my face I cried and said, “Daddy I’m scared, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave you and mommy.” “You need to be strong my princess, you’re in a lot of pain right now and your suffering will
But it wasn’t any stuffed bear it was a stuffed bear that my grandmother had given me when I was born, and it is the only thing I have left to remember her by. I reached up and grabbed it from her and said, “Mom thank you so much.” “Well sweetheart I figured you might want your best friend that you’ve had since birth by you side.” I grabbed both my mom and my dad and squeezed them and said, “Thank you both so much, for being amazing parents. You are the best parents in the whole world.” Later though out the day my family and friends had come by saw me. It was rough for me and everyone. They all said the same thing when they saw me, “It’s not going to be the same without you in our lives, and we are going to miss you so much.” When everyone had finally left my mom got up and asked me, “I’m going to get something to eat, do you want anything?” “Sure, could you get me a sandwich with some Jello?” “Of course sweetheart, I can.” My mom left the room and marched down stairs to the cafeteria to get us some food. Once the door closed behind her my father stood up and said “I’ve got to go to the bathroom real fast will you be ok for a