Mindy entered the hospital room, the sterile scent and soft hum of medical equipment creating a somber atmosphere. She stood by her father's bedside, wearing her school uniform, a stark contrast to the polished elegance of the mansion they once called home.
The rhythmic beeping of machines echoed in the room as Mindy spoke to her unconscious father. "Dad, it's me. Mindy. I hope you can hear me." She clutched the edge of her school backpack, a tangible link to the routine of her new life.
The monitors displayed vital signs, a silent reassurance that her father's condition was stable, yet the absence of his responsive gaze weighed heavily on Mindy's heart.
She continued, her voice a mix of concern and determination. "School was okay today. Same old routine." Mindy paused, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I miss you, Dad. Things are so different now."
