MIA'S POV
He was great company because he helped me not get hysterical in my usual way. He looked at me severally and told me sternly to stay calm. It was hard but I did it. I stayed calm and held myself from crying no matter how strong the urge. He gave me a handkerchief and kept stealing glances at me.
"Don't cry.. no one said your dad's dead. You just have to pray for him to stay strong and come out of the theatre just fine." He said and I nodded.
"I'm praying for him. Dad has to stay alive and healthy for me. He really does." I heard myself saying in a small desperate voice. He held my hand with one of his and the steering wheel with the other hand as we drove to the hospital.
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The third person who assumed Rod and I were a couple was aunt Maureen, dad's youngest sister and my
