office, she found out that doctor didn’t accept our insurance. The next doctor was in San Antonio. She didn’t have an appointment for me until September.
“Maybe I’m an alien or something,” I said to my parents. “And I’m allergic to the earth!”
“Calm down, Lyndon, you’re only allergic to grass,” Dad said.
“He’s right, hijo, you’re not an alien. You’re a kid,” Mom told me. “You’ll get better son, just be patient.”
School started without me. I watched Melody, Ted, and Fernando catch the bus from my window. I wanted to run outside and get on the bus with them.
“Lyndon,” Mom said. “There are lots of kids who wish they could still be on summer.”
“Like who?”
“All of them, no kid likes school.”
“Mom, I’ve been home for three months. I can’t stand it anymore,” I said. There were so many things I missed, even simple things, like being able to eat breakfast with Mom and Dad and Grandma Raquel. I missed riding my bike with Melody, Ted, and Fernando. I missed helping Dad cut the grass and helping Mom out with the dirty dishes.
“I’m heading out for some groceries,” Mom said as she gave me some lunch. She made pulled chicken barbecue sandwiches with steamed veggies. I ate half of my sandwich and a few of my carrot sticks.
“Grandma Raquel’s here,” she said as she grabbed her purse. “She’s going to be here all day. I’ll see you later, Lyndon.” Mom leaned down to kiss my forehead. The minute she walked out of my room, Grandma Raquel came in.
“I’ve got it, nieto,” she told me. “Houston has a place called Lyndon B. Johnson Hospital. They even take the insurance your