Tulip lay in her queen-size bed, staring aimlessly at the white ceiling. The sunlight was coming from the window that Sophia opened earlier this morning.
“Tulip,” her dada called to her, standing at the door of her room.
“Yes,” she replied, only directing her gaze from ceiling to him, other than that she lay still in the centre of her bed.
“Breakfast, honey?” he asked, looking a little worried.
“I’ll have it in a while,” Tulip mumbled lowly.
“Please eat something. I’ll be in my office,” he informed her before walking out, softly closing the door behind him.
It was every year’s occurrence, so it wasn’t anything new for her dada. He knew the best he could do was let her be as she was. Today-
The ringtone of her phone interrupted her thought. She crawled towards the end of the b
