We stayed in Turkey for the next two weeks, visting my dad in hospital everyday.
We didn't know what we were going to do when the two weeks we'd booked was over, my dad wouldn't be able to fly home because he'd need to have more tests and the doctors weren't sure that he'd be able to fly.
When we were visiting my dad doctors would come into his hospital room and me and my brother would have to leave, we weren't allowed to hear what was wrong, or what was going to happen next.
About a week after my dad had collapsed my mum finally told us what was wrong. It was a tumour. In his brain.
Cancer, it turned out to be.
I didn't understand what a tumour was when my mum first told me, so I thought it would be ok. But when she told me it was cancer it hit me like a ton of bricks and I was terrified.
In the end, me, my brother and mum had to fly home without dad, with my dad flying out a few days later when he was better.
The flight seemed to last forever, I was so deperate to be home.
When we got home my two young cousins were waiting for me at the airport, they ran into my arms and held them tight.
I'd never appreciated innocence as much as I appreciated it then.