“Good morning, sunshine.” Dad’s voice was deep and rough, but his eyes held a gentle warmth as he bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. I managed a smile, trying to ignore the cold scrambled eggs sitting on my plate. The smell of fresh coffee wafted through the room, a cozy scent that fought against my fading hunger.
"Hey, Dad," I said softly, almost too quiet to hear.
He stood up straight, looking sharp in his charcoal suit, the silver tie clip catching the light against the neat fabric. His briefcase hung at his side. "I've got a court date today, so I can't skip it. Pops will take you, alright?"
I nodded, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. Another day meant another round of chemo. Another day of feeling disconnected from myself.
"Love you, kiddo." He squeezed my shou
