Michael.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I listened intently to the monitor's steady sound, hoping my father would move his fingers; any small sign that his body hadn’t given up yet.
I wished I’d been kinder to him when he was still well. Maybe I would‘ve been more involved in his health. Maybe I would encourage him to take his health seriously, but these past few days, I’ve been careless and the only person I seemed to care about was Betty.
But then maybe this was a fateful way of bringing us closer. I’ve been here with him for two days now, just watching him lie motionless on the electric hospital bed that hummed occasionally each time the home nurse adjusted it so he wouldn't feel trapped in one position.
His eyes were wide open like he was staring at the chandelier on the roof but there was n
