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Dear Dad,
I have been thinking about you. Yesterday, I went over the photos I had of you on my phone the whole journey. I remember at first you only told me about the liver cirrhosis, and my naive mind ignored it as if it was just another cold. But then, when over the weekend I googled it to find a cure my heart sank. This is it? There is no cure for it. I remember the first time we cried together.
As luck would have it, I got my passport renewed and a visa just in time to make it to your surgery. I remember my heart skipped a beat when I didn’t see you outside the airport, I had to walk to the parking to find you because you were so weak.
I remember how we hugged each other so tightly, and I could feel your bones which made me cry even more because I didn’t think you had become so fragile.
I remember us being so positive in the beginning thinking that there is a cure. I remember pushing you around on the stretcher because AIIMS had the worst service. I remember running around from building to building doctor to doctor to get your appointments and results. I will always treasure the moment when you said “Sorry for causing inconvenience” and I assured you that I would happily do it 100 times if I had to because I loved you and it was not an inconvenience to be there for you. I wish life had given me more opportunities to be of service to you. I wish I was a little more mature to make you feel my love because I have dearly loved you.
