"Dad..."
He was standing close to the dining table, his hand gripping the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. I walked to him, dropping my bags on the floor.
"Dad. Mum had cancer and nobody cared to tell me till she was about to die? Where is mom?"
He didn't turn or say a word to me. He just kept his back to me, his hand still on the dining chair.
"Dad, I am talking to you. Where is mom?" The pain, anger and sheer betrayal I felt clouded my eyes in form of hot stinging tears, and I brushed Tony off as he tried to hold my shoulder.
"Dad!"
"She's dead. She died last night at the hospital. She finally gave in after such a long, hard fight."
He turned to me slowly, his reddened, swollen eyes sunken and dark. His skin was pale and his eyes small, he looked like a ghost.
