Thirty three

"Dad you have got to stop talking, you need every bit of strength you can muster to fight this. And besides you are scaring me." I cried as I pleaded but his weak eyes just stared back at me.

"Sweetheart, promise me you will leave here. It will hurt but you have to endure and leave. When he is stronger, when he can protect you, or when and if you finally can meet that part of you you are yet to meet, then you can come back. I don't want you to become a pawn in the battle of strength. Please promise me." I cried even more hearing his plea.

"I promise dad, I promise." He nodded as he looked visibly relieved. Mom pushed the door as she walked in, her eyes red. She walked over and held his hands.

"You are so cruel." She told him and dad chuckled weakly.

"I am glad I get to live life with you. Take care of our dynamite." Mom nodded, she was holding back herself from not breaking. Her palm on dad's cheek.

"I love you baby, and I am honored to have been by your side." She told him as she fi