In the summer of 2018, my dad had a stroke. It was August and very hot. My dad being a very hard working person in general, had lots of work of work to do in August. He had to go to his regular job, and had to do other things. The only day he had off was Sunday. But that was definitely not enough time for him to relax.
The day before his stroke there was no signs of him feeling sick. It was until the morning that he felt sick. He said that he felt really dizzy, and that it was hard for him to move. When he had his stroke, my mom, my brother, and I had no idea what was happening. So what we did was call my aunt who is a nurse, to come to our house as fast as possible.
When my aunt arrived, she called 911. She thought that the way my dad was feeling was really weird, and that there was no time to wait. The ambulance came a few minutes later, and everyone left with my dad except me. About twenty minutes later my aunt called me, and told me to go to her house and stay with my cousins. But I didn’t think that I would have to spend the rest of my summer vacation at her house.