Falling for the Enemy

Here Comes Baby

                                                                                Catherine

I lightly knock on the door and then slowly open it.  The door creaks in protest.  Poking my head around the corner to find my father I see him lying in bed.  

“Catherine, how did the hunt go today?”  My father is too thin and his skin is hanging from his body.  

“It went well, we will have full stomachs this Christmas!” I say sitting down on the bed next to his frail body.  

Taking his hand in mine, I stare at my once energy-filled and full-of-life father.  He is becoming a shell of what he used to be and I know that he is losing the battle that is raging on within his body.  

“A Merry Christmas it will be.” He says forcing a smile on his face.  

“Would you like me to bring your meal up here?”