Mr. Samir's eyes shimmered with an indelible sadness, "When I found out that Moira had a heart disease, it felt like a bolt from the blue. She loves aviation, enjoys flying so much, being cut off from her dream in the future would be so painful."
"Coach Edwin, after she's treated for her illness, will she be able to return to the base and continue training? If not, it would be more distressing for her than taking her life," he said.
He knew his daughter well; losing her dream was like having her wings clipped. How could Moira possibly accept that?
Caroline Edwin felt a heavy weight in her heart, her throat dry, "Mr. Samir, I'm sorry, but I can't guarantee that."
Her voice was clear and cold, which, compared to Mr. Samir's grief-stricken face, might make passersby who didn't know the situation think her inconsiderate and unkind.
These words might sound cruel to a father, but the reality was indeed harsh.
