After the news, I got about my dad's surgery taking place tomorrow all energy in me drained off, I went into my room not minding who was in front Of me I just needed a space I sighed.
I have never been this anxious, and I kept wondering why he had to tell me about it when the surgery was the next day. Maybe he knew I would react this way I thought but still it wasn't his right.
I called my mom, making sure the surgery was tomorrow. The phone was ringing
"Hi baby, "Margaret said
"Hi mom, how is everyone?" I asked
"Everyone is good, including your dad, he would be getting his surgery tomorrow," she said relieving my doubt.
"Tomorrow, why wasn't I informed beforehand?" I asked angrily why did I have to know about it today of all days ma, I feel betrayed knowing if I didn't call you, you
