Dad's condition is fine now, he is currently lying on the hospital's bed with a ventilator covering his mouth and nose. The doctor spoke to me instead of Mom, because Mom might not be able to handle what he was going to say. The doctor said, Dad's lung cancer is getting worse, he needs to be operated on as soon as possible.
This is what Dad hates the most, having his body cut.
Mom became Dad’s watcher, she slept on the side of the bed while sitting down the chair. And I was left out of the room, in the midst of deep thought. Why is this day so spectacular?
I took a deep breath and then looked up. "Am I cursed?" I just asked myself. I stayed out of the room for a few hours, figuring out what to do next. What happened today is debilitating. How do I start my tomorrow?
Moments later, I ca
