Few months later,
I stood, my hand tightly gripped by my father's, the sharp edges of his fingers digging into my skin. Rose stood on the other side of him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. It was time for me to make a decision that would change everything - whether I should let go and end my father's suffering.
My voice shook as I spoke to the doctor, my gaze pleading with him to give me another option. "Can't we try something else? Anything?"
The doctor's expression remained grave as he responded, "I'm afraid it's too late for that. Your father's condition has deteriorated beyond repair. His heart rate is barely detectable and his brain is no longer functioning."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the reality of the situation. I searched desperately for any signs
