We came and she was distressed to the core, “Papa,” She mumbled.
I glanced at her, not sure how to react or how to comfort her. I couldn’t either.
“You stay with him, I will talk to the doctor,” I spoke vaguely, noticing how dismay was plastered on her features.
“Let me come with you,” She whined and I gestured to her to stop.
“You stay here, with him. You should,” I whispered in a low tone, averting my gaze.
She opened her mouth to argue but closed it, knowing I was right and sat down.
They checked up on her Father. I came to her, scrutinizing her posture carefully knowing there was nothing I could do to reduce it.
“I am sorry,” She whispered.
Forming my lips in a thin line, I stared intensely at her. There was something I wanted to tell her but it was not the time.
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