__Trying to please yourself or something?__
Rachel's POV
"Hey Dad," I answered after spitting out the paste in my mouth. I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth when my phone rang. I just had my bath, got dressed and recalled I hadn't cleaned my mouth yet. I know, that's weird.
"How is my only daughter doing?" His gruff voice inquired through the connection.
"I'm good dad," I responded and rinsed my mouth before walking out of the bedroom. "How are you? How about your heart condition?"
"I'm fine dear," he informed. "My heart is fine all thanks to God."
"I hope you are sticking to your medications and not slacking?" I queried in a serious tone and he chuckled bringing a smile to my face.
Dad could be as stubborn as me whenever it came to drugs, however I was different because whenever I knew those drugs were my lifeline, I'd try my very best to gulp them down.
