She looked at the best father and the most wondrous man she ever knew in her entire life. The man who raised her to be the person she was today. Taught her most of the things she would need to survive.
He might be breathing through the vent, a machine helping him continue to live for a few more moments, but his soul was still very much alive. At least, that was what she would like to believe.
"Hi, Dad." She finally held his fingers in her hands, massaging every single one with gentle strokes. "Remember the time you first held my hand." Her eyes stared at his face, hoping against hope that she would see some sign that he could hear her.
But alas, she was still disappointed.
Miracles did happen to her a few times. She believed it did. She only failed to recognize it. But this time, she had not been fortunate.
