Sophia's POV:
"I'm sorry."
I turned around to see my father in a wheelchair and Mom is pushing him towards my direction.
It's been two days when we arrived at our old house, or should I say 'our home'. The three of us were shocked to see Dad helplessly sitting in a cold, moving metal with two big wheels on the side...called...wheelchair.
Who would have thought that these things would happen to us, and to our family? Who would have thought that a tough businessman, a dominant husband and a disciplinarian father in his younger years would turn into a helpless, defenseless and vulnerable man, who now needs help of the people he brushed off once in his life.
I admit I was still mad at him when Mom convinced me to go with them and talk to him. For me, it was a wound from the past that, although it's already been closed but it left a scar. A scar that bleeds again when I saw him.
