R I O N A

As I sat in my car my mind drifted away to the fact that my dad was in a critical condition and was currently in the operating room getting operated on.

My palms suddenly got sweaty from the anxiety and I rubbed them hard.

I looked up to the roof of the car and took a deep sigh and silently prayed for God to help my dad come out of this successfully.

I looked down and it made me chuckle lightly because I know I had no right to ask God for anything because I know all the things I've done in my life but...