I instantly jump out of bed, my heart racing like it’s about to burst from my chest as I keep staring at the message on my phone screen. The bright light from the display illuminates my face, and I can’t believe my eyes; it shows that the message is delivered, and Dad’s phone is active. A rush of hope floods through me. Could it mean something? Could it mean that Dad is somewhere nearby, maybe even trying to reach out to me? The thought sends a thrill down my spine.
My mind swirls with so many different thoughts that I can’t sit still and process any of them. It feels like everything is flooding in like a tidal wave, and panic sets in, making me hope against hope that this is a sign that Dad is going to be fine. I remember all the times we shared, the laughter, and the moments of comfort,
