"Really?" Arik's voice quivered. I gasped, trying to suppress my emotions.
"Why…"
"Because you always came back. Every time I wait, you always return even without certainty. That's what mommy taught me. That's what mommy does because she loves you so much, and I love you too," Ariah said clearly to her father.
My knees began to shake. I didn't know how to react. It felt like I couldn't move from where I stood.
"Why, daddy? Are you going to leave us again? Where are you going then? Can mommy and I come with you?" Ariah innocently asked her father, unaware of the gravity of his words.
This is about his illness. I didn't want to accept it, but a part of me felt that this was what he meant.
I wanted to hate him for speaking like that, even though it might not happen, but I guess I'm the one who hasn't fully accepted the possibilities.
"I can't take you with me, baby. I'm sorry…" Arik muttered and leaned to kiss Ariah on her head.
