Personal Narrative About An Event That Changed My Highschool Life

Things must go on Back in my sophomore year, during the second most important time of the year, the midterms, something major occurred in my life that would change my highschool life and perhaps my whole worldview, my dad had a stroke.
I came to America when i was 3-4 years old, I had come from a small country to the east of India called Bangladesh. Coming to a new country during that time really changed me. I had no friends in America like I had in Bangladesh and because of my initial language barrier, I could not make many new friends. My Dad at that time was working for nights and days trying to pay off debt from college and providing for us. As such, I would only see my dad only once or twice a day. So I never really developed a solid father-son relationship with him. Not to mention he wasn't even there when I was born because he was studying at America. My mom on the other hand was always there, but she did not have the imagination of a kid or the energy to keep up with me. Still I found ways to have some fun during my childhood years, whether it be playing with toys or watching television.
When I had begun school I had no Ideas on how things worked or how the customs of dealing with people where, I was

When I had walked into the suffocatingly white hospital room, my eyes immediately fell upon the white hospital bed, white white, everything was white, save from my dad who contrasted deeply with the white with his dark brown skin. There was a deep sadness in his eyes along with a tinge of frustration. My little sister ran up to my dad and started crying. My dad could not move the right side of his body. My dad also started crying, something I had never seen before. He was a strong man, providing for his whole family including the family in bangladesh. Although he could speak very well he was a man of action, not moving his right side must have been a very huge blow to his mind and