Everything was fine.
Until the results came back that you were dying.
All I wanted was for you to be okay.
But you were gone every single day.
I remember staying in that waiting room.
Hours on end until I got to see you.
Many surgeries every day.
Not enough money and too much to pay.
You finally came home again.
Until we found out the cells were back in.
Yet you kept fighting until the end.
When your cancer was gone and hopefully would never come back again.
Now you are still alive and well.
And now you are giving people hope that they can fight the killing cells.
So now you have several scars that show.
But you are much stronger now than you could ever know.
Even though we get into fights sometimes.
I will surely love my dad until the end of time.
YOU ARE READING
Their is still debris
Short StoryMany people have hard times in their life but their is always something after the hard times or something people feel during those times. (So sorry for the cheesy bad summary.)
