Staring at the Wall
When I received news, my parent had stage four cancer.
Breaking my heart.
Finding out that the physician was reading zero — three months to continue.
Shattered my mind and murdered my spirit.
I did not want to choose someone I just met to care of him.
It unsettled me they might not take care of him the way I could.
So I held the importance of wanting to care for him.
As he decreased downward, I recognized he constantly glared at the wall.
The way his eyes were lifeless, not like they were before they informed him about the disease.
They were vivid and had a soul.
Finally, I recognize he looked at it repeatedly.
I would ask, what are you glancing at on the wall?
He would never answer
I would change the topic
Two days before he retired in the coma.
I sought again.
Daddy, what are you glancing at on the wall.
Thinking he would not explain me.
He did.
It shocked me.
