Keira’s Dad’s POV
I opened my eyes to a new dawn, with pains boldly written all over my body. The pain wasn’t as severe as it was last night, but I didn’t find it easy sitting up in bed, so I sticked to the position I was.
‘What would Keira have as breakfast before going to school?’
Who would look after my daughter for me?
How would she find her way to and fro the school, without me driving her?
I grew sicker and weaker as I kept drowning in my unending thoughts.
The weakness weighed me down to the extent that I couldn’t even stand up to get drugs for my health nor was I able to prepare something for breakfast this morning and just went straight to my dad’s room, wondering why he wasn’t downstairs the entire time, waiting on me to drive me to school.
I noticed her footsteps fast app
