By Maya Lynn, Age 10
Back in 2020-2021, my mom got Covid-19, so she had to be isolated in her room. Thankfully, she wound up fine. Then, my little brother, Henry, and I got covid. A few days later, my dad got covid too, but this was scarier than the rest of my family getting covid, because my dad had to go to the hospital. I knew
that the doctors predicted he would live, but I still couldn’t help being scare. I don’t know how to use medicine, but there was one thing I could do…hope. I could hope that he would get better, hope that the doctors would know what to do. But most of all, I could share hope with my dad. Me, my mom, and Henry would bring my dad lunch, and whenever we did, I would draw numerous pictures for my dad. My pictures would always have a strong word on it, like hope, or be strong, or believe. Then, after five long days, my dad came home! He still had to be isolated, but I was just glad to have my dad back.