Dear Lauren,

I fear that my dad is unwell.

He had a cramp in his leg a couple of days ago. It's not unusual for him, but what happened afterwards was.

The cramp went away, but his thigh started to swell. It's nothing but a hard rock now, unlike the blubber of skin mine is. Now he has a dark purple bruise all over the back of his thigh. We can't even seen the whole of it.

Mom is freaking out because he says he's just going to lie down to get rid of the pain. He could be internally bleeding or something and that's all he's going to do. At least he's going to make an appointment tomorrow.

I can hear him groaning in pain just a few rooms away, trying to get onto his bed that's raised a good 3 feet off the ground. I'm scared. What if it's really serious and I lose him?

Life is getting so scary, Lauren. It's gotten so bad to the point my grandparents don't even try to hide their fighting about Grandpa's imaginary girlfriend.

On the bright side, I entered another writing competition. I have high hopes for this one. I finished it on the car ride home. It's a good story in my opinion with the most words I've ever written in one chapter. 2426 to be precise. I know Rainy's a really good writer though, so I won't be surprised if I don't win. I'm just proud of how my story turned out.

I wish things would go back the way they were. I wish I had a grandma that wasn't slowly forgetting English, the only language I know, or constantly accusing her husband of having an affair when he's not. I wish I had a dad that wasn't possibly sick, and only suffered pains leftover from when he got injured playing basketball. I wish I didn't have a mom that was stressed out with everything that was happening.

But who knows? Maybe everything will get better.

Probably not. Until then, I brace for the death that I know is coming.