PATRICK
I came in the ambulance with my father, while my sister was on her way with mom; they were taking a long time to arrive.
The hospital was silent, a silence that weighed like lead on my heart. The wait had been long and tense, each second felt like an eternity. And then, Talita, my sister, burst in like a whirlwind of uncontrolled emotions; I could see it on her face, in her expression.
–Patrick, how could you do this to Dad!– she shouted, her voice full of accusation and fury–You've practically killed him with your selfishness!
I was paralyzed, unable to respond, as my sister's words hit me like a series of punches. Each accusation was like a dagger in my heart. I knew it was my confession that had brought my father to this state, but was it an act of selfishness? Was I selfis
