Sunlight streamed through the window.
Illuminating the blue patch of blankets where she lay.
She shifted her arms so she could lie more comfortably on his legs.
Her Daddy’s legs.
Legs that hadn’t moved since her arrival. Legs that would never move again.
That was all it took to change her life forever.
Her mother’s life.
Gone were all things familiar. In it’s place a hole, gaping, empty except for the numbness. Numbness that prevented her from feeling the pain. Numbness that controlled the ache and let the tears flow on their own account.
She closed her eyes against the sunlight.
Tired. So very, very tired.
She couldn’t sleep though. Wouldn’t sleep. Every minute was precious. Every minute a minute closer to the inevitable. She was exhausted from all the waiting, but yearned for more time. She hated the waiting but didn’t want it to end.
Tears dripped onto the blue cloth.
And with each drop her strength waned just a little but more until she was nothing more than a shell of who she used to be.
This is not my dad. It’s not. It can’t be. Her heart screamed. Her mind had given up convincing it a long time ago.
This is not my father.
Yet the tears kept on coming.
The clock kept on ticking.
And there was nothing she could do.