This is Poppy
On my third day of university, my father was badly burned in a small house fire at our family home.That morning my dad asked me to make falafels for dinner. When I got home from school, I put 2 inches of cooking oil in a pot and heated it up. I turned my back for maybe 10 seconds and the oil in the pot was on fire. My sister and I tried to put the fire out with a fire extinguisher but when that didn’t work, I went and got my dad and he lifted the pot to carry it outside. When he put it outside, the flame exploded and he was thrown back into the house. My sister called 911 and our mom and I rode in the ambulance with my dad. For the next 5 weeks, my dad had multiple surgeries on his hand and legs, which had been badly burned, my mom lived at the hospital, and my sister and I went to school and tried to normalize our lives as best as possible. Even 3 years later, he is still going through surgeries and still trying to get mobility in his hand.
At first, I thought the fire had been my fault because I had been cooking. My family assured me that it had been a freak accident and no one was to blame. Sometimes, I can’t help but feel responsible, especially when my dad is in pain or I see how hard my mom has to work. Throughout the last 3 years, I have had so much respect for my parents. My dad is always positive and never complained about the situation. My mom has always taken care of us and worked so hard to make sure that everyday life, especially when my dad was in the hospital, remained as normal as possible. My parents are my heroes because they have shown me that even during hard times, you can persevere and become stronger and taught me that happiness is the most important thing.
-Poppy Sariel Sanhedrai