Kelly’s POV
Hospitals always made me uneasy. But I forced myself to step forward, gripping the bag of fresh clothes and fruit I had brought for my father.
I had visited him a few times already, but it was never easy.
I wasn’t sure if would ever be.
Standing outside his room, I exhaled, pushing past the hesitation, and knocked lightly before stepping in.
The sight of him, frail but still sharp-eyed, sent a familiar wave of conflicted emotions through me. He was sitting up in bed, staring out of the small hospital window, lost in thought.
When he heard me enter, he turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto mine.
And for the first time since I started visiting him…his eyes were clear.
There was no confusion. No dazed look that came with his worsening dementia.
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