THAT NIGHT Jacky visited me at the Hospital when she heard that my father was in the hospital.

"How is uncle?" she asked as she laid the fruits and bread she handed on the side table.

"He needs an operation as soon as possible," I have no strength to say.

"What happened? How about his medication?"

"I really don't know. Maybe I also have a shortcoming because I still let him get tired from work even though he has a heart disease," I whispered weakly.

She leaned over me and gently held my palm. "Don't blame yourself, uncle Gorio just wants to have a normal life," she said to me....