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If I could put a memory in a bottle and open it whenever I want to, I would bottle up the memory of the day I went to see my dad in the hospital after he wrecked his truck. He was in the hospital for like a month or two, but I got to go see him within the first week. I remember that when I first saw him, he had a bunch of tubes on his face and he was really pale, at first I was scared of him and I didn't go by him, but then my grandma told me to go give him a hug and I did and I wasn't scared after that. Because of all the tubes, he couldn't talk. Now, he is in a wheelchair, but he can talk. I would uncork that memory every night before I went to sleep so I can think about how lucky I am that he is still here with me and my sister.
