I sat beside my father on the hospital bed. His hand was cold, but I held on to it like it was the only anchor keeping me from drifting away. Though he was awake, his strength was fading with each breath he took. I was scared, and I am still scared of him.
"I was so scared, Dad," I whispered my thoughts, my voice trembling. “I thought something bad happened to you.”
He looked at me, his eyes half-open but still managing a faint smile. "Don't be scared, my child. I'm sorry for making you scared. It wasn't my intention."
"What exactly happened to you? How did you fall? Did Teresa do this to you? Did she have something to do with it?" I rambled, raining questions on him without giving him the chance to answer.
His lips moved slowly, and I had to lean in to hear him. "I think the drugs s
