The One I Was Waiting For.

Angry Birds and butterflies.

"Little girls depend on things like that..." Daddy says as we recall moments from my childhood. This is a line from that song 'butterfly fly away' - a father-daughter song.

"Yeah, am I still little to you?" I ask him and giggle a little.

"Very little," he smiles; his eyes showing me he is tired.

"Okay, nap time." I say and tug the sheets over him. I switch off the AC. I know he now doesn't need it. Its enough for him.

"I wanted to talk more." He complains and I smile at him wryly at that.

"Rest comes first, daddy." I switch off the lamp, kiss him on his cheek and come out of his room.

This has been our routine from two days now. His condition is getting worse and doctor daily comes here to check him up. Lee is also now staying here to be with him.
I feel a heavy load in my chest when I come out of his room. Its like I am counting days and getting sadder as the realization that days are passing so fast hits me.

I walk to the living room; seeing that no one's there, I sit on the couch.
The time is now two in morning.

I am scared. Scared of not having this time again.
I watch the clock moving it's hands. It moves so fast. I wish I could just stop it and live the moment forever.
But its beyond my reach.

Its so strange. You understand someone's value only when you know you're about to lose them.

Unknowingly, tears start to shed from my eyes and the heavy load of my chest fades. I feel lighter with each tear. I sob hard as I take my face in my hands and moan from the pain. No. Not physical. But the emotional pain my heart is suffering from.

After some minutes, I feel good.
Moments like this, when I take all out of my heart makes me stronger. And I then feel the energy to face everything again.
It's like I am recharged.

I get up and slowly tip toe to my room. Reaching there, I wash my face. I feel better and refreshed. But my nose is blocked.
Continuous sneezes leave my nose and I feel sick.

No shit! I can't be sick right now!
Daddy needs me.

"Aw. Sick pig!" I hear the voice say from rightwards.
I glare at the side.

"Buzz off!" I rudely say.

But I am glad. Glad he's here.

"Seriously, why are you up at this time?" He asks, entering my room and sitting on my bed like it's his own.

"Was with daddy." I smile; my puffy eyes getting sleepy now.

"You were crying." He says; and pouts.

That's the best thing with Mate. He makes the saddest situation funniest.

"And why are you up at this time?" I ask him; rolling my eyes at him.

"Your sneezes were loud enough. I am staying in the nearby room." He grins.

"Okay" I go and sit with him on the bed.

"Sleepy?" He asks.

"Yeah, but you know, I don't want to sleep Matty." I say; softly.

"Why?"

"I can't sleep knowing that my father is down there fighting for his own life. I want to stand for him." I look down.

"You just need this.." He says and takes me in his arms.
I hug him back and immediately feel better.

"Yeah...I really needed it." I say; and comfortably rest on his shoulder.

I can be assured he understand my feelings because he has been through the same situations.
And its good, that someone actually feel what you feel. That's actually the bond between friends. They just make you feel better.