So today I was picked up from rehearsal by my dad, who I am staying with for the weekend. When we got to the apartment, my aunt called and told him that my uncle (his brother) was in the ER. Neither my dad nor my aunt know why yet, but it might be a heart attack. This is scary. I feel sort of, I guess vulnerable is the word, and even though I'm keeping a straight face and acting normal (for me), I'm really thinking about playing monopoly with him until midnight, and him driving us down the narrow streets in Istanbul, and him showing me how to approach the lambs and horses so that they let you talk to them. I'm thinking about him telling me to swim in that pool in Morocco, even though all of the old men were giving me rude looks, and about him doing that annoying high five thing whenever he thinks that he's said something clever (even though he REALLY hasn't). I'm really scared. Now that I'm writing this all out, it makes me want to cry.
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