It was
July and I was planning the best trip of my life with my brother and my best
friends. We had thought to travel to Australia for one month because my parents
and my grandmother were living there.
Unfortunately,
the first day of our adventure was a disaster. My brother lost his passport in
the underground of Barcelona, so he couldn’t travel with us to Sydney because
the police officers didn’t let him go into the aeroplane. Afterwards, my
grandmother called me because my father had been hit by a van while he was
walking across the zebra crossing. In that moment I started to cry but my
friends helped me to calm down. When we arrived at the airport my mother was
waiting for us with a sad appearance because my father had got worse in
hospital.
The
whole holiday I stayed at the hospital taking care of my father because my
priority in that moment was my family. Luckily, my grandmother went with me to
the beach every evening and I could enjoy a beautiful sunset.
