When we finally got to my dad’s room I barely recognized him. I had just seen him about a month ago and even through all the tubes and machines, I could tell that he had lost weight. I went over to the side of his bed and took his hand. He looked up at me and smiled.
“There's my girl.” His voice was strained and barely above a whisper.
“Shhh Pop. It’s ok, you don’t have to talk.” The tears flowed down my cheeks. I felt so helpless here.
“I’m sorry kid. I thought I had more time before I needed to tell you.”
“I don’t want to talk about that now. I just want to focus on you getting better so I can take you home.” My dad gave me a weak smile and then closed his eyes. He looked so tired.
Javi walked up to me and started rubbing my back. “I’ve told the nurses that you are here. They sai
