My parents always told me life was good right now, but it can change at any sudden moment. I ignored it. I was so happy. 

I would have laughed and been so thankful for all of them being healthy. We went out, ate, and created a bigger bond. 

I was so in the moment. I did what I loved. I loved everything. My life felt amazing. My family was enjoying life, and I thought life was incredible. 

One day, however, It all changed. My dad came home with a cough. I thought nothing of it. 

"Ill be fine," he said. 

A day passed. He was not okay. He did not eat, and he did not say anything. He couldn't even walk for long periods of time. 

A week passed. My dad still wouldn't talk. He had to sleep and lay down all day. He only managed to whisper or give hand signals to us.

I had to skip school. He would not sleep at night. I stayed up with him, caring for him. 

"He's not okay," says my sister. "We should take him to the hospital." I was scared to lose my dad. I didn't know how he would react and feel.

That night when she told me that, I just cried. We decided to keep watching him and monitoring his symptoms. We all worked together to take care of him. It was not easy at all. I felt hopeless, not knowing how exactly he felt. I didn't want to accept the fact I would lose him. 

We spent many sleepless nights watching him if he woke up or didn't feel good. It felt like it was forever that he was sick. I started remembering all the fun times we had and hoping they wouldn't be the last ones. 

I fed him each day. He would sometimes only eat a couple of spoonfuls of food or a couple of bites of things. His intake of food caused him to lose a lot of weight. 

Each day I left, I would be scared. I would be scared if he would be okay and if he didn't suffer. Whenever I did something, I always thought of him and his well-being. 

Throughout his sickness, there were times he didn't want to keep trying. He would get tired and not want to keep going.

" I can't; it's too hard," said my dad.

"You have to," said my mom. 

My mom was the head of the family during this time. I didn't see her give up once. She kept pushing through and showing tough love. 

" Keep going. Would you rather be sick forever or be well? Stop doubting and keep going," my mom commanded.