The Last Laugh

 This is NOT my story. This story is thanks to an interview with a very amusing teen.

It was night.

I was sick. 

Like vomiting and running temperature sick.

I was in my parents room lying on the bed.

And my mother was watching Telemundo.

My dad said to take me to the hospital over and over again.

She said after the episode finished.

Five minutes passed and I felt it happening.

My stomach began to churn.

The room began to spin.

AND I HURLED

all over my mother and the bed.

She screamed.

My father laughed.

And I hurled again.

After cleaning up herself and the bed, she took me to the hospital.

Guess who had the last laugh...

my dad.