Hey, Arnold!

Helga's Change in life: Part two.

Notes from the writer:

Hey all, I am so sorry that it has been so long. I have been busy with personal things and this is just a hobby so it got put on the back burner. I'm glad that I was able to get a couple of you on here to read part one

and that you enjoyed it! Don't forget to let others know about the story! I will be trying to get on here more now that things have settled down a bit. ( I just recently moved, started a new job, and my dog had puppies! Hence the long wait.) Anyway I am glad to get back to writing. I am going to try and set a goal and get this on a schedule so that I can get a new part of the story out possibly every week- two weeks depending on how I feel. (Writers block can be annoying and what not.) I hope you guys enjoy part two!

P.S. I have really thought about the directions that I am wanting to take, and I think that I can get the most development the ways I have planned.

- Pulling into the hospital's parking garage. Helga's inner monologue continues.-

The drive to the hospital felt as though it took hours. We need to hurry and get to Dad's room. Since the talk with Mom in the car I do feel a bit better, the fact that she already has the therapist session already schedule really helped me feel as though she is trying to keep it together. I'm looking for room 204 in the cardiology wing, I guess I turn here? Why is my mind still wondering like this, I know that I'm in shock. But would it really be that bad without him? I mean Mom has a job now, there is no way that dad wouldn't leave us without money, I could always get a part time job to help with any activities or school lunches, and if needed I'm sure that Olga would come back home and help me and mom out…. 134, 136, 138, oh that sign says cardiology: left, room 200-210.

Why am I even thinking like this? If I really felt this way would I really be running to his room? Would I really have cried the way I did when I was in Mr. Simmon's office? 204, his room. Do I really want to go in? Am I ready? I guess before I go in I should really figure out how I feel about this.

Ok, so maybe I am still upset with him for all those years, living under Olga's shadow, him not taking care of Mom. I just I've always struggle fully forgiving him. I know he's really trying now, I just…. I hurt, something Mom say's now that she's been seeing her doctor is that she has feelings and those feelings are valid. I need to stop, it's time to forgive him, and it's time to let him know I forgive him.

As I walked into the door of his room, I could already tell he wasn't doing to well, they had him hooked up to oxygen and and it looked like he had wires attached to his chest. My heart sank in just three steps. I walked to his bed side as my face began to burn. I didn't know what to say. How do you look at your parent and tell them everything is going to be fine in an instance like this? I gathered all my strength and walked up to him.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, there Helga." He said lightly.

"How are you feeling? I've heard you've had a bit of a rough day."

He chuckled a bit and gave me a smile. "I'm doing better, I'm still in a bit of pain and my thoughts are a little cloudy, but I am ok."

At this point Mom is walking into the room, I guess I didn't realize how fast I had been going.

"Hey, honey I was just about to ask where you were." He said to her.

"Oh well I guess Helga was really worried, it's ok though it gave me some alone time to process everything." Mom replied.

She placed her hand on his shoulder with tears forming in her eyes. Dad grabbed her hand and held for a minute. We sat there in silence for a while. I we must of all been processing things. I finally spoke up after I figured out what I wanted to say and how.

"Dad, I really want to tell you something." Both of their eyes met mine and I took a long drawn breathe.

"Look, today as I was walking up here to your room, I realized something. I…. I never told you what you mean to me. I never apologized for all those years of acting out. I never told you that I forgive you. I… I just really need to get this off my chest." I paused for a moment as the total attention of the room shifted to me. I was very nervous, I didn't like the feeling of vulnerability, but it was now or never.

"Dad, I know we didn't get along for a couple of years and we had our spats and fights, but at the end of the day you always provided for us. Now you've really been helping out with Mom's recovery and you've really improved the way you are. You've made clear changes for the better of our family. I just I really want you to know that I appreciate it, I love you. I've always loved you, that's why I use to get so angry when you wouldn't get home until late into the nights, that why when we fought I took it so hard. I'm really glad that we've had the opportunity to change as a family, and that we have made so many good memories.

I looked over at Mom, she was crying. It looked like happy tears though, and I looked back at my Dad. I could tell he was proud. Proud of the changes that we've made, proud of himself for earning my forgiveness. Then it all changed, The machines connected to the wires on his chest began to beep. A nurse ran into the room and after a second in she left. She was getting help. Things got chaotic. I was rushed out of the room, I could hear my mom crying as they pulled me away into the family room.

About twenty minutes later, my mom came over. Her eyes puffy and glazed again just as when she came to pick me up. I didn't know what to say to her, I didn't want to ask any questions fearing the answer that would come. Shortly after came a grief counselor and at that point I knew Big Bob didn't make it.

Ending comments from the writer: Sorry this one was so short guys. I know its kind of lacking given the amount of time that I made y'all wait for this. I just don't want to end it anywhere else. It just felt like the right stopping point. I know I could have probably just added this to the first one, but every good story needs suspense! :D

I will be trying to get another story this week, I'm hoping to have the next part up by Wednesday. I am sorry that this was a sad two part opening to the story, however I do want to stress that all of the writings will not be like this. I just really want to get a good development down and really get something going that you guys can really enjoy and will bring you in. I just feel like this could really explore a different side of Helga and really take the focus on her character to a different and more relatable character.