Amelia Dellos
@amtellsstories · 3:23
The Day My Dad Came to Visit
Is this her last breath? Eric, my husband, looks at me. We both stare at her chest. Then suddenly it rises. We sigh. It's both a mixture of relief and disappointment. I sit holding my mom's hand. It's so warm the body. It heats up as it shuts down. I feel my dad's presence in the room. He is the first one to come for her. I stand up. Going somewhere?