"Who was the other person?" I ask.
"All questions are answered at the end of every story."
"Are you hungry pa?" I say as I get up and stretch.
"No, he food here sucks anyways." I laugh and walk towards the door.
"Well I am, I'll be right back."
"It almost mid night what could the be serving?"
"It's a a hospital there got to be like 20 vending machine just on this floor." I say over my shoulder.
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"Tough decision between apple sauce or sunflower seeds huh?" I hear the voice from behind.
"What are you doing here?" I ask my sister.
"I'm here to see dad." She says with a smile.
"You can't." I tell her.
"What?"
"Why would he want to see you?"
"Listen, what mom did was wrong but someone had to take her side."
"Yes, but that someone shouldn't of been you." I tell her with a stone cold face. Tears build up in her eyes and just when she looks like she is going to crack, her stone wall is only built taller.
"I am going to visit him. It will be a short time and you can have him back." She says as she stands taller, and walks off. I turn back to the vending machine and decide on a twix. After I finish it I decide while my sister is in the room with my, our, father I will find the doctor and finally bare the bad news. I walk over to the receptionist and find the nurse who assist my father.
"Excuse me, can I speak to my fathers doctor?" I ask politely.
"Decided to come out of that room? I've seen many people like you, never leaving their loved ones side. It's good to get some air you know." She smiles.
"Fresh air is a thing of the past." I smile back. She calls my fathers doctor over the intercom and I wait. It is weird being away from him, I have always been by his side.
"You wanted to see me?" The doctor questions.
"What was the bad news?" I ask him, dreading the answer.
"Your fathers time is becoming limited."
"I already knew that."
"Yes, but even limited, his time is coming sooner than thought."
"Don't, tell him. Please." I walk away and head back to my fathers rooms when I walk in my sister isn't to be found.
"Where is she?" I ask him while I sit back on the chair.
"Have you spoke to your mom lately?" He avoids the question.
"No."
"If I forgave her so can you, it's ok humans make mistakes."
"Humans can only make so many mistakes until they are no longer accidental." I retort.
"How about another story." I'm thankful he changes the subject because I don't want to continue the conversation further.
YOU ARE READING
Words from a broken heart
PoetryPoems that come straight from me. I will have some poems the I love that are by other people and I will give them credit. There is a small back ground story for those who would like some story plot.
