Sandra Those thoughts bring tears to my eyes, and I sniffle as Rico reaches over to gently rub my shoulder. A moment later he's out of the car and on my side again, scooping me up in his arms. But this time I struggle and he puts me on my feet. With an arm around my shoulders, he guides me toward the front doors. He talks to the nurse’s station, and they quickly guide us to my dad's room. I can't think straight, can't speak, can't even imagine what we're about to see. But I feel Rico’s warmth pressing into me, the comfort of him, the sturdiness of his body as I lean against him.All too soon, I'm standing outside the door of my father's room, glancing through the window to see him looking frail and pale underneath the sheets in a hospital gown. Rico knocks on the door, and my mom glances up from where she's sitting, guarding my father. She quickly motions us in and Rico opens the door, guiding me into the room.I can only stare at dad as we approach, thinking how small and pale thin
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