Derricks POV.
I grew in a poor family. My dad got sick and my mom was too old to work. For the sake of my mom, I stood up for myself. I worked, at the same time I study. I travel 5km everyday to reach Beckon University. After class I go to work as a Bagger in a little store.
Phone ringing....
"Derrick! Come to the hospital very quickly!" Hey Mom said "what is the matter?" I asked willingly
"Your dad had a stroke! You need to come now!"
In the end of class I hurried. I didn't have any transportation so I decided to "Barrow" a bike
I got one real quick and...
"Hey! Give me back my bike! Its my only use of transportation" a girl said
"I'm sorry but I'm in a hurry!" I replied
I arrived in the hospital in about 15 minutes later.
Seeing my dad like this breaks my heart evenly. He was lying down in the bed, he was very weak to stand. I came close to him and held his hand.
"Dad, your still strong right?" I asked "off course son! I'm just...(coughs)" he was cut-sentenced
"Son, take care of your mother, take care of yourself and always remember that I always loved you! Even when you think that I'm upset of having you by my side, I was thankful that I had you, I'm proud of you!"Dad had he's last words before he's last breathe.
I held my fathers hand and I realized that he's hand was cold, and I had my final saying for him
"I will miss you!"
