My thoughts turn to my dad when we stop in front of his room. From the doorway I can hear the faint sounds of monitors beeping. I hug myself tight, trying to push back the tears. No matter how big the urge is, I can’t cry. I need to get myself under control. I have to be strong, for him.
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