Brushing aside the hair on his head, I carefully examine his face. The face of the man whom I loved the most, without whom I won't be the person I've become. Without whom I would never have enough courage to take on the world and achieve my dreams.
The man who has been with me every step of the bumpy road, teaching, understanding, learning but never once leaving my side. I ever so slowly brush my hands over the blanket where his legs are. Gently massaging them, putting pressure to feel, to gain enough strength to look after him.
It's going to be tough but we'll get through it eventually, not able to look at his legs I avert my eyes to his hands, his arms covered in tubes, bruises, and cuts.
"Oh dad, how did this happen to us? How did we lose everything in a blink of an eye?" I whisper slowly to him, holding his hand and resting my face on it.
