My heart was always hanging since I walked out of dad's room. It was time for dinner but I had no appetite for the delicious dishes on the table.

 

Seeing my concern, Brian hugged me gently and I buried my head in his arms. "Don't worry, he will be fine. Do you want a cup of fruit juice? I can make it for you if you don’t want to eat dinner."

 

“Thank you, honey.” I gave him a weak smile.

 

“Ethel, you look so pale. I’m heart-breaking. Do you want me to call a doctor for you?

 

“I think I just need more rest.” I refused him. “Dad's always been...