CLARA

"I was worried about Dad, how is he?"

My mom sighed and walked closer to me discharging the nurses, "Well he's alive"

"I'm sorry mama" I looked down trying to hold back my tears

"It's not your fault honey" She took my face In her hands and smiled. "Blame me and your father for this, if that hadn't happened we wouldn't be here"

"It's fine ma" I took her hands with mine. "It's okay, I just need to see Dad"

"Well he's a bit grumpy right now, you know how your father is, but sure let's go"

"Alright" I forced a smile and followed her, we stopped in front...