Fabian
Ara was better. She was better. She was going to make a full recovery. That was what all the doctors and caregivers said. She just needed some time to heal. She had gone through an ordeal. All my family members said this — my mother, my brother, Tricia, who was basically Liam's aunt at this point. I knew that they were right, and it wasn't really in good faith to keep wishing out loud that she would wake up, but I really wanted her to wake up. I needed it for my sanity, and to know that she would actually be fine. I needed her to be fine. If she only woke up, then my hope would be restored.
Being a father was not an easy task, and becoming a father to a four-year-old overnight was pretty hard too, especially since there was no warning. I was simply thrust into this life. That was
