Heartless Me!
Summer vacations were almost at an end, and I was spending them in Dehradun with my irritating and hell naughty cousins. A week before my way back to Delhi, my aunt told me that my dad wasn't well. I thought that he must be having fever but actually he was having an operation. My dad had stones in his stomach. I didn't even knew about his health.
Later, I called my dad. I asked him if he was alright. I was broken. Then he answered me saying that he is fine and made up a little joke saying that what would happen to him. His voice sounded like he was in great pain. His voice sounded so humble, for the very first time. I couldn't stop myself and started crying. I wasn't able to talk to him. Then my aunt took me in her arms and she started talking to dad. My dad must have asked her something about me to which she replied that I was just missing him.
Then later, after the phone call, my cousin asked my aunt why was I crying to which she simply replied that it happens. After the phone call, I couldn't sleep, not just that day, I couldn't sleep the whole week. I was anxious to go to Delhi, I simply couldn't wait to meet my dad. I wanted to know how was he.
I got back to Delhi in morning, got dressed pretty fast so that I could reach the hospital early and meet dad. I went to the hospital with my bro, and I told him to drive as fast as he could. When I reached the hospital, I just wanted to see him, and he was somewhere where I wasn't allowed to go.
Suddenly my mom called me and said that dad was now coming, I opened my eyes and saw him in that bloody hospital dress, he was looking so weak, so dull. I couldn't see him that way, I just told myself to not to cry and I didn't. I wanted to be strong enough.
Today, I regret not being in Delhi while he was suffering the pain. I feel like am a heartless daughter, how could I have fun, when dad was in hospital? I don't know why didn't he tell me the truth, I think he just didn't want me to get tensed or something. But I think that I shouldn't have had left him in the vacations. I should've come home early. It was my fault, I am the most awful daughter.....
Later, I called my dad. I asked him if he was alright. I was broken. Then he answered me saying that he is fine and made up a little joke saying that what would happen to him. His voice sounded like he was in great pain. His voice sounded so humble, for the very first time. I couldn't stop myself and started crying. I wasn't able to talk to him. Then my aunt took me in her arms and she started talking to dad. My dad must have asked her something about me to which she replied that I was just missing him.
Then later, after the phone call, my cousin asked my aunt why was I crying to which she simply replied that it happens. After the phone call, I couldn't sleep, not just that day, I couldn't sleep the whole week. I was anxious to go to Delhi, I simply couldn't wait to meet my dad. I wanted to know how was he.
I got back to Delhi in morning, got dressed pretty fast so that I could reach the hospital early and meet dad. I went to the hospital with my bro, and I told him to drive as fast as he could. When I reached the hospital, I just wanted to see him, and he was somewhere where I wasn't allowed to go.
Suddenly my mom called me and said that dad was now coming, I opened my eyes and saw him in that bloody hospital dress, he was looking so weak, so dull. I couldn't see him that way, I just told myself to not to cry and I didn't. I wanted to be strong enough.
Today, I regret not being in Delhi while he was suffering the pain. I feel like am a heartless daughter, how could I have fun, when dad was in hospital? I don't know why didn't he tell me the truth, I think he just didn't want me to get tensed or something. But I think that I shouldn't have had left him in the vacations. I should've come home early. It was my fault, I am the most awful daughter.....
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