I called him to tell the king that I was sick and wanted to go somewhere else.
He gave me a note saying that I had to go straight home to my mother.
I took the note to the doctor, who told me that he would be able to find a doctor there and he would take me to the hospital.
I left the hospital and went home to the house that I grew up in.
I did not know what to expect.
I was not a bad person.
I went to the church and prayed to God that I could get well and that I would not go back to my house and that my mother would not be hurt.
When I came home, I got the first call from my mother telling me that she was in her room and that she had passed away.
I called my brother to tell his mother that I felt very bad.
I told her that I did all I could to get well.
I wanted to stay home and be with my parents.
She said, “I don’t want to go back there with you.”
She was very scared.
I had no idea how to handle it.
Then I went out of the house, walked to my sister’s house, and told her I was scared to tell her because I was afraid she would not believe me.
She came and stayed with me until she had to be taken to the emergency room.
I asked her to come with me to my home and tell my mother that she should not go there.
She was crying and said,