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I didn’t have an answer.
I didn’t want anything to do with my father or my
mother – but here I was.
Taking care of them, as a dutiful son. That was what Lila
wanted, after all. She told me I’d regret it later, if I didn’t
spend these last days with my father. Maybe she was right,
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know shit.
All I knew was that the thought of my father dying left a
heavy, hollow ache in my chest. I didn’t like it one bit, but it
was what drove me here.
Back into the very mansion that I spent my childhood in,
lonely, scared… unloved.
My father coughed, and I quickly dabbed the corner of
his mouth. He accepted another spoonful, before he shook
his head, indicating that he had enough. I placed the half
full bowl on the table. He was eating less and less every
day.
My mother stood up with a weary sigh. She rubbed her
forehead, and I noticed the dark circles under her eyes.
“Do you mind helping your father to bed? There are a few
documents I have to read.”
“Yeah,” I said.
Brad gave me a small, tired smile. “You don’t have to do
this.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” Except, Lila was going to look at
me with disappointment in her eyes, if I didn’t.
And maybe I was doing it for… myself.
“C’mon, old man. Time for your beauty sleep.” I pushed
his wheelchair into the guest bedroom downstairs. I helped
him out of his wheelchair and into the bed, tucking the
comforter around his shoulders.
“Maddox,” he said, his voice small and breathy. “I know I
never said it before, but I am… I am… proud of you, Son.”
I froze, and my stomach twisted, shock coursing through
my veins. My fists started to shake, and the thick vein in my