Unresponsive
I rushed to the hospital. The smell of old people filled my nostrils.
I look around to find my mother, my breathing gets heavier.
The doctor comes outside, wearing a frown.
"I'm very sorry. I went to check on your husband. I found him unresponsive"
Those words echoed in my head.
My weak mother falls to the ground.
He left us, too early.
I don't think we will survive without him.
I look into the room, where he lies.
He’s dead, gone forever.
I guess he’ll never actually get to see me graduate.
It was a tough ride home.
We step inside and see the pictures of him smiling at us.
Father, please come back home.
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Tiffany
Writing is my hobby, poetry is my passion.
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