A Father's RecollectionI can't remember when it all started, but I remember that my wife had been ill for a long time. She had to stay in the hospital while I took care of our little girl, Sarah.A Father's Recollection by TimesFire90
Sarah had never seen her mom since she was four. I didn't want her to see what she'd become. Her mother was practically a corpse. Her once vibrant skin had turned a sickening white. Her happy eyes were now closed to the world as she lay there in a coma, never to wake up, never to eat dinner with her family again. Now she ate through a tube that fed god knows what into her stomach. It was revolting to look at.
I'd wanted to pull the plug and put her out of her misery, but I couldn't. There was still the odd chance that she could wake up and get better. Besides, I didn't want to leave my now seven year old daughter more without a mom then she already was.
One day, Sarah came up to me with a drawing she had done. She was always a little artist and, unlike most parents, I always put my daughter's drawings on the fridge
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