Father's hand was warmer today than yesterday, and that kinda made me a little less sad. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon. Even the doctor did say that it wasn't certain when he'd wake up.
It's so hard watching him unconscious and mute. So hard staring at him for hours and not hearing his voice, or seeing him smile at me.
My heart's so heavy and there's a lot of things I wanna say to him. I wanna cry on him so bad and hear him reassure me that everything will be alright. I really hope he wakes up soon. I'm trying so hard not to break but I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
I glanced at Mother and Tracy. They were both sitting on the only couch in the room, quiet and almost nonexistent.
It's so hard being this way with them — distant. I miss those times when we could all be fre
