I don't know what is wrong with my Dad. He looked so sick. It's as if he's getting weak and weaker as the day passes. Something is wrong with him. sometimes, he will lock himself in his hotel room as if he did not need any disturbance which is unlike him, and it will take hours before he will come out. He is sick. I know it and he is hiding it from me.
" Dad, are you okay?"
"yes, sweetheart, I'm good"
"I don't think so, Dad. you look so sick."
"Come on sweetheart, Daddy is fine. It's just a cold nothing serious."
"But why did I feel as if you are lying to me?"
"I'm not lying angel. It's just a cold"
"If you say so but just know that you can talk to me. I may be eight years old but I do understand"
"ok Princess"
We are still discussing when my stepmom came in happily
"I'm just coming back from the hospital"
"you too? I asked with a frown. " why is everyone getting sick?"
"No sweety, it is good news"
"And what is the good news," my Dad asked her
"I'm pregnant" she was all smiles.
"Pregnant?" with the look on his face, he was not happy
"Are you not happy about it? Your face looks so gloomy. I thought you wanted it.
" Oh, babe I'm happy, so happy that you are giving me a child. It's just that I'm surprised. I was never expecting something so precious as this now. I'm happy, I just, don't know what to say."
"I love you and that's why I agree to marry you so I'm ever ready to multiply our little family."
"Then let's celebrate it. where did you want us to go? tell me"
It's so funny watching my dad with his drama. he's a great actor. He's not happy with the news. I know him too well but he's the kind of man who those not like to make someone unhappy rather, he will add more to your happiness.
He took us out for the celebration of the unborn child. we went to many places where she chooses, just to make her happy. He treated her like the gentleman that he is. She was all smiles. The last place we went to is a boutique where he asked her to pick anything that she want. She was more than happy. I was just following them around like a third wheel. watching how my dad's mood changes when he thinks that no one is watching him. From pain to sadness then, to an emotion that I can't explain.