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  • Essay / My Family on Vacation: My Experience of a Family Tragedy

    “It’s 9-1-1, how can we help?” » The operator responded. My heart skipped a beat. “I would like to report an accident on Boleyn Road, my dad fell out of a UTV we were driving, I don't know what to do,” I uttered. “Stay there, don’t move him off the scene and the paramedics will be on the way,” he said. Two days passed and the doctors told us he was still unconscious. They just explained that they had done some tests to check everything. The doctor told us he suffered from head trauma. In the accident, he received a blow to the front of the head. He had difficulty because the cartilage in his nose was crushed. In addition, he had fractured his jaw and cheekbones. Three months passed and he still wasn't himself. But I was very grateful for his conscience. I entered his room. The room was dimly lit. Attached to a heart monitor, he lay on the bed. My father was wrapped from head to toe in bandages; only his face was exposed. Fortunately, he had done a lot