I turned from the scene as I couldn’t continue to watch. The sight of my parents looking so happy, probably the happiest I’ve ever seen them, was too much.
And my father passed away last year. It was strange to see him again, so young and boisterous. The last time I’d seen him, he was sick and weak, as he fought the battle against cancer. But despite all his and my mother’s faith, he’d lost the fight.
I began to walk away. I had to get out of there. Out of that hospital. A place of death and life that, right now, brought only misery. I didn’t care about this guide and his agenda. I just wanted to be gone.
“You know you cannot run away from me…” I heard him say, as he took a seat by me on the park bench.
I sighed. Figured. I looked on at the children playing and started thinking about my little daughter, Lucy. Would she understand any of this?
“Children are more resilient than you give them credit for. It’s adults that have a problem adapting. Too stuck in their ways and ideas.”
I swallowed. So, he could read my thoughts…
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