I called him, but his mom picked up instead. "Oh, Mila, you know we don't have a car. It's way too hot out, and we might get heatstroke trying to hail a cab. Could your parents come pick us up?"
I hung up and looked at my parents, feeling awkward.
"I'll go pick them up," I said, grabbing the car keys and getting ready to leave.
My dad stopped me, saying he and my mom would go instead. It was too hot, they told me to drink more water.
I watched them walk away, feeling a mix of emotions. I silently promised myself that I'd be a better daughter from then on and never do anything to make them upset again.
But little did I know, I would never get the chance.
I leaned on the table, waiting for them, starting to feel sleepy.
Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me awake. My heart was pounding. It felt like something bad was about to happen.
I answered immediately, "Dad?"
The voice on the other end was a hurried woman's voice. "They're at Lynelle Hospital. Come quickly, the patient's condition is bad."
My mind buzzed. Before I could ask anything, the call was already disconnected.
I rushed to the hospital, accompanied by the dial tone.
I saw Sofia and instantly felt like I had found an anchor.