HE had rushed to their room the moment he had heard the first cough.
They had been bed-ridden for weeks as they lay there in between the sheets, looking up at him with their ever loving eyes that had watched over him since he first came into this cruel terrible world.
He couldn't help himself as he began to tear up, blurring his vision of them until his mother called out to him.
"My beautiful boy, don't cry, " she cooed, taking his hand into hers.
"Please don't go. Don't leave me," he muttered amid sobs as his mother caressed his face, wiping away the tears.
"Hey," his father spoke this time, a wide smile on his face that would have fooled anyone if they had no idea of the amount of pain he had endured for days. "What did I tell you? You have to be strong."
"B-but h-how can I d-do that when you're g-gone—"
