After waiting for hours, We were finally asked to go see my father, who had just regained consciousness.Despite how much I wanted to see him, hold him, hug him. I found myself standing by the door, my heart beating so hard that I felt I would pass out.“Shimma, your father wants to see you,” Mr. Mattias said to me, gently holding my hands and leading me into the ward.Once my eyes landed on my father, I started crying again. Worse this time.“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” Mr. Mattias said while patting my back. But nothing could stop the stinging pain I felt inside. I didn’t see this coming—I didn’t.“Shimma,” my father said. His voice strange. Soft, weak. “Dad,” I replied, covering my mouth with my palm, trying to stifle my sobs. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice barely audible.“No, Dad! I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not noticing you were sick. How could I not know that you had undergone heart surgery? How reluctant was I not to notice?” I cried out, each word laced with guilt.“Honey,
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