I looked at the clock in front of me, at the desk.
7:39 PM.
Suddenly, I start dreaming, and don't remember when I started to fall asleep.
Me. Laying in a hospital bed. In the dark, with a bit of light shining on me. I could hear whispers beside me. The doctor's whispers. They told my mom about a very rare, but severe illness, that I was diagnosed with-- In the distance, stood a man - close to my mom's age - holding a bouquet of  "get well soon" flowers from the grocery store. I could hear him sobbing, telling himself that he should've tried harder.
"Wh... Wh... Why??? I tried... As. Hard. As. I. Could."
For once, I started to believe that I actually had a father. But then, I wondered why my mom and my aunt would keep such a secret to me. Is he - or was - he that terrible?
8:50 PM.
Geez! I have been blacking out a lot!

"Umm... Hello?"
THE MAN FROM MY DREAM! HE'S REAL.. AND HERE?
Act casual..
"Hello."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
My mom. Already looking stressed enough. "SECURITY!" Yes. They came. Grabbed the strange man away.
"Who was that?" Me. Curious.
"Never mind that." Mom! You're totally hiding something! "The doctors said that you have a very severe, rare, illness. It was caused, because Ms. Parks hasn't been feeding you. When she does, it's not decent."
"Cuisine cooking" means 😷.
BEEP! BEEEPP! BEEP! My mom's phone.
I read over her shoulder. I don't see the conversation, but she seems aggravated because she sent them this emoji: 😡
TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON! Is this really why my mom named me "Joy"? Because when I'm around her, I don't aggravate her, unlike the mysterious person, she was texting?
Great! Now, I have this is my list:
•Get my mom to adopt me
•Cure this rare illness
•Find more information on the mysterious man, and the person that was texting my mom

~FLASHBACK~
At the hospital.
"How do I cure my illness?" Me, laying in bed.
"I'm afraid that we haven't found any cures". I UNDERSTAND THAT DOCTORS DO THEIR BEST AT THEIR JOB, BUT THIS IS NOT A WAY TO TELL A KID, THAT THEY'RE PROBABLY GONNA DIE!

I have to go. The doctors are taking me out of my room, to do some tests, to find cures.
-Joy.. I should probably change my name, because nothing in my life is ever joyful.