Chapter Six

Father lay still on his back in the large surgical theatre. He was fast asleep when we came in, and had remained in that position for a long time. For a time, I thought he was dead. Then he began a slow, arhythmical breathing which was excruciatingly painful to listen to. I couldn’t bear to see him in that condition. I looked briefly into mother’s face. Her forehead was lined deeply and her brows were knitted with anxiety, but she passed her hand across to me and I took it. The hand was firm, assuring me of her love, care and assistance.

The doctor walked into the room. He was a dark , shallow fellow with dark eyes. It seemed like he loved his profession more than all else, and despite having scary eyes, he tried his best to keep a calm, contained and caring expression to all patients that came across him. He wore comically big trousers, but his white shirt and laboratory coat were as white as snow, neat and we’ll ironed. I loved doctors.

"Sasha, Daria, it's good to see both of you,"