Page 1 - Performance Task

DEAR DIARY... By: Nicolás Martínez G. Tuesday- October 18th, 1982 I just woke up to the warm sensation of a comfortable and small bed; although I was feeling isolated from the rest of the world, I was calm at last. I looked up and the nurse had entered the room, she was carrying a cart with which appeared to be my breakfast. I could smell the coffee, the cinnamon-y quick oats and the fresh toasts; I had never ever been in such a hospital where they served you fresh food. “Good morning, Leo!” said the nurse, who was already next to my bed. “Good morning” I responded with a strange feeling of confidence that I had not quite a long time. “How was your sleep?” She asked me “It was good, I think” “I’m glad. Here’s your breakfast.” felt in She served my food in the bed and murmured “Your parents called, they said that they would arrive in about 30 minutes, just for you to know... I think you should tidy up a little”. I suddenly remembered I was in a hospital and not in a hotel, what had happened to me? My parents had arrived? Why was I so confident if I was in a hospital?