Today is Wednesday, August 4th 2010. On Monday, August 9th at 6:50 am my family and I will get on a plane and go to New York, the city of my dreams. I’ve wanted to go to New York all my life. I’ve fantasized about living there and have always wanted to study in Manhattan. A couple of months ago my parents told me we would be going there for the first time. I was beside myself. Since I was a kid, I’ve dreamed of being an actress. Even though right now I plan to study something else, I’ll never give up acting. Every time there’s a casting, I head over there, and I have the full support of my parents. So, naturally, seeing a Broadway play has always been one of those dreams. And I knew exactly which play I wanted to see. We have a full schedule planned. My mom and I have tickets to see the show I dreamed about, Wicked. We’re only 5 days away. New York is so close, I can feel it. Every day, I keep going up to my mom, hugging her and telling her how unbelievably happy and excited I am. I start cooking dinner for my family, since my mom and dad were at the doctor and I wanted them to have dinner ready when they got here. They’ve taken longer than ever, but I didn’t pay any mind to it.
Mom just called me. They’re admitting dad to the hospital because of an infection in his leg. The medicine has to be taken through IV and it lasts a minimum of 5 days. He and my mom might miss the trip. I’m trying my hardest not to cry. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to succeed in this much longer.