time since I entered the car from the airport. David may even be getti

ibly fast as I am allowed to" he also replied to me for the m

kept avoiding the questions or plainly ignoring it. His silence was d

been in school, eager for the torturous day to come to an end so I could go home and sit by mom's side a

all having done anything that would be considered a crime or would warrant a scolding or even acknowledgement. When I arrived at Principal Heather's office

een her and David. She didn't answer me immediately, and I sti

dad has requested you come home immediately so go and get your things"

ad had never had any reason to pick me up or have someone pick me up

d me and for some reason unknown to me back then, he would not meet my gaze

d deep down I knew it had something to do with mom but it was a truth I was not willing to digest at

ost jumped out of her skin as the door married the wall with a loud slam. I dashed to my seat dumped all my i

w I imagined those creepy houses that were used in haunted movies, an exaggeration on

to open her eyes even as I approached her. Dad was sitting on her left side and was holding her hands saying something to her

ght hug. I didn't even know why I was whispering but I had concluded that she was asleep and did not want to

ed and all I could do was look at him as though he had gone crazy. I asked myself why mom would need us to be by her side s

bothering me but he looked like he would be unable

ng to sleep. Was it possible to miss someone enough to cry just because they were going to be asleep for some

verything about the way she laid gave me chills and I was even forced to shi

wasn't just sleeping, her breathing seemed to be slower. She couldn't talk or open her eyes but the doctors said sh

happening and why it was happening. It was when some guys in white wa

s doing nothing but watch them as they took her away. She was only going to sleep so why were they taking her away? I didn'

range men were taking Mom away when she was just sleeping. It was one of my worst mem

nd David had parked on the front porch. I had been so deeply lost in my thoughts that I had no

ealization set in and dashed into the large mansion that was n

I knew I had to. There was no way the panic I was feeling was normal. I used to love our large house and the long stairs and long hallways but now I

edroom. Some even had their ears pressed to the door as though they were getting a piec

nd every one of them, their expression having me rooted to the spo

n't the only one who was startled. Those who were standing by the door quickl

and I could feel the blood rush to my ears as I approached the door. It was as though my legs had become too heavy for my body. The hallwa

it. A hand came from behind me to open the door, maki

any longer" David sp

into a hospital room in the ICU. Surrounding my dad's bed were different monitors and pipes that were attached to som

had he changed so much in just three months? Why was he attached to so many monitors? He looked .... Lifeless, dead. His skin was so dead

ently staring at me since I walked in. How long has this b

asked brokenly. I could feel my body tremble as I took my eyes o

even saying? How would Dad have cancer and I would not be aware? He had always looked healthy to me. He

dn't want to support me anymore and I found myself hit