Why are we waiting?

Still?

My dad lied in the hospital motionless. He was clearly non-communicative because he had been bedridden when his second stroke struck.

The air was still and chatter filled with busy nurses scurrying around in their usual routines and rounds.

I waited for my mum to arrive. She is usually the first and today I did not see her yet, despite I was late.

While waiting, i looked out of the window. Gray skies painted outside and heavy clouds looming in. I narrated to dad what I saw. I started praying for him. I played him some Christian music too.

Daddy, am waiting for you to wake up. I know you can hear me. Say something?