For dad (not really poem more like short story)

I awoke from my quite slumber. I swirled my tiny little legs off the bed and onto the warm carpeted floor. It was so quite you could hear a pin drop. The floor made every noticeable squeak when I walked into the kitchen. Still there was no one there but the lights were on and there was a spilled glass of water lying on the floor. I tip toed ever so lightly into my daddyâ??s room but still found no one. I wanted to cry, but I didnâ??t I just kept searching. Until big bright florescent lights shown in through the Victorian window. The door swung open faster then I could blink. My Aunt frantically picked me up and ran to her small blue car it was pitch black outside and some worried neighbors stood in there doorway. She buckled me up and sped down the street. I was confused. She was driving towards my Grandmaâ??s house when sirens filled the air. They were blazing loud. I was enthused at the noise the siren made and quickly spun back to get a better look. The big bright red lights flickered on and off as the ambulance sped down the street heading for the hospital. I began to fall back asleep and when I awoke I was in a new bed. One I did not recognize one that had the same smell as my grandmaâ??s perfume. Sweet honey and thatâ??s when I new was safe and that it was okay to come out. I squeaked open the door to find my relatives sorrowful in the living room. Everyone was there they were all crying until they saw me. My mom gave me a brokenhearted look. And all of a sudden I felt the salty tears stream down my face I didnâ??t know what we were crying about but I did because my mom did. I was to young to realize that in the ambulance I saw someone I loved was inside.