But the woman is not speaking and is sulking in her seat, with her hand gripping the side of her clothes.
"I do not understand why you want me fired!?" She could not stop her voice from rising, so I simply shook my head.
Papa's attorney and secretary arrived with the woman's documents.
I never questioned papa about why he fired the woman.
But a month later, he told me why.
That woman is slowly poisoning me, which is why my allergy is not improving with each passing day.
I visit the hospital at least twice a week for a check-up.
Laura is a nurse with medical knowledge because she is in charge of my medications as well as my father's, and my father places a lot of trust in her.
But papa is aware that he accidentally switched the bottles of my medicine and his medicine, so he wondered why the contents of the pill in its container were different.
And it turns out that I have not taken the vitamins my body needs for nearly two months.
That is why I am losing weight for unknown reasons, as well as my allergic reaction to foods that previously did not trigger my body.
Because of my illness, the sun is my worst enemy, but allergies are a minor issue for me.
"Forgive me, my daughter, for just telling you this now; I do not want things to get worse, so I deported Laura." Dad said so, so I hugged him and told him it was fine.
I am furious, of course, because that woman is slowly killing me.
But I hope she never hurts someone else again.
We had been living peacefully for months before Sophia came into our lives.
That woman is soft-spoken, kind, and an excellent cook, but I dislike her.
Papa has a crush on her. I know because of how he speaks and looks at her.
I did not see it when he was staring at Laura, so I assumed it was his third wife, and I was correct.
She is six years older than me and three times younger than him.
"This is too much, Papa! Come on!" My voice was a little high at this point because I was informed that the two were marrying.
The woman is simply holding my father's hand and looking at me with affection.
"I love your papa, Winter." She whispered, and tears welled up in my eyes.
I am against her! Because she took my dad away, I truly despise this woman.
I know that this is my reality, but I still want to run down the endless hallway like in my dream.
I do not think this day will ever come again.
"Did you know that Papa will be your father and we can be like sisters?" I whispered, and the two stared at me, so I simply bowed.
"They love each other, sweetie." Miyo, the ghost I have met since we arrived home, said this.
I have been seeing her at home for a long time, along with her other ghosts.
"I saw it too, how they love each other; perhaps they are destined for each other." I clenched my fist when someone else who was also present said it.
I have witnessed my father's behavior change over the last few months since Sophia entered his life.
Despite our distance, I am aware that she is different from Papa's past wives.
In addition to being a skilled painter, this woman owns a cafe close to my school.
She hails from the Philippines, which she has heard is a pleasant country.
With a sigh of relief, I turned back to face the two and braced myself.
After several years, my father was gradually getting better from his illness.
But he suddenly suffered from a heart attack one years ago, which left him bedridden and rendered the other side of his body non-functional.
Nevertheless, I can see how much Sophia loves my father because she keeps defending him.
Right now, I am sitting on my father's bed and feeling his lifeless, thin hand.
"Papa, I am sure you are still listening. I will always and forever love you greatly. I began crying as I whispered.
Days had gone by once more before my papa's life was taken from us.
Even though it was extremely painful, Sophia and I have come to terms with the fact that Papa will not be with us forever. He passed away quietly and without any more suffering.
I was sitting in front of Papa's coffin when my shoulder felt chilly.
Then I saw my father, who is much younger now—I believe he is in his adolescent years.
"I did not think you could see me, my beautiful daughter." He said, turning to face me, grinning.
I grinned, amazed that I could see it.
Being his only daughter makes me proud, and I am glad to see him, even though I know this is strange.
"Please love Sophia as much as she loves us and take care of her." Papa said this as his final words before bidding me farewell.
As we looked at Papa's gravestone, I held Sophia's hand, who was crying beside me.
My father is at last in paradise, possibly with my mother, his first love.
In addition, I swear to look after this precious woman by my side because my father wants me to.