Tia
The hospital smelled of antiseptic and sadness gripped me as I strode towards my father's ward.
I passed by the sterile white halls, my mother and sister beside me, my heart pounding in anxiety.
The fluorescent lights cast a cold glow on the tiled floors, and the hushed murmurs of doctors and nurses felt like ghosts whispering around me.
I don't think I am ready to see my father vulnerable and sick.
He has always been my hero, strong and unyielding, unshaken even in the face of financial storms. He was a man who never flinched, never crumbled which is proven by the fact that he didn't hesitate to quit his minimum wage job and start a business with all his savings.
That's when he had a wife and a little baby at home, my elder brother Chris.
Him and Mom had made the decision to
