I sat there, on my neatly made bed. Wondering, why out of all people it was my father. It was a cloudy spring day, like any other. My father, Mat
And I, Madison, Were walking to the market. Like we would every usually Saturday afternoon, but this one was not the same.
The streets weren't overflowing with people. There wasn't traffic backed up 3 streets back. Why was today so dead? I didn't mind it really though, it was quiet and peaceful. Just my dad and I, which was perfectly fine by me.
Walking up to the market, I realized there wasn't anyone there. I questioned my dad,"Why aren't people anywhere?" He seemed just as confused as I did. Even though there was no one to run the raggedy old shop, we went in. We need to get groceries on way or another.
We found what we needed lettuce, tomatoes, milk, bread, meat and apple juice. We would get the same thing every week, that's all my parents could afford cause they have to many bills to pay. We weren't considered 'rich' but we weren't nearly as poor as some of the others.
Not wanting to steal anything from the store owners we left 2 pounds on the counter. Walking home, we talked about what we were going to do for the upcoming summer. Maybe even go visit our relatives in America. He was caught in the middle of a sentence, a rush of wind hit me and my stomach dropped. Staring down at my fathers weak body surrounded by a pool of blood. With no one around i had no choice but to sit by him as he slowly drifted off, never to wake again.
