★Hurt: -

a feeling of unhappiness because somebody has been unkind or unfair to you.

Hazel's Pov

I stop outside of the door and before getting inside the room I pat both of her checks and put a bright smile on her face. Knowing if I went with a miserable face he will be worried. Then knock on it. A faint voice came from inside.

"Come in, please"

I open the door with a smile.

"Hi, how you doing?" I dramatically asked him. He smiles and looks at me with his dull yet gleaming eyes.

"I am fine Hazel how are you?" He asked me with his faint voice. My heart aches every time I see him. His light brown eye shines even he is sick. His soft silver curls were messy as usual. He was in the hospital dress, laying on the bed but still manage to look cute.

I smiled at him. I walked to him while rolling my eyes.

"Same like always"

He smiles sadly.

I know what he is thinking. So I changed the topic.

"You look, good old man"

"I know, say something that I don't know."

"What you wanna know?" I asked him as I sit beside him.

"How was your day?"

"Well, you see..."

We talked about everything we can. It was always like this talking about anything and of course, lied how my day was, he would get worried and that's the last thing I want to do. We talked for 45 minutes. Then the doctor and nurses came for his check-up. I rose and walk towards the corner of the room. The doctor began to check him. He was scared of the hospital. He looked at me with a little panic. I smiled at him telling him that everything is fine.

'Only if it was true'

After the check-up doctor pats his hand and tells him he is fine and told me to follow him.

'Again if only it was true'

I followed the doctor. After we were outside the door he looked at me then at my dearest dad through the glass window inserted in the door.

"Doctor, how is he?"

He sigh.

"You know how is he but is worse than the last time. His health is to get worst by worst as time is passing. I suggest, it best if we do the operation in a month otherwise the chance of saving him will get less by time."

"I know, doctor but the fee is high and I can't afford it right now!!" I said as he knows what our financial situation is.

"That's why I am giving you a month's time Hazel, Your father's life is at risk. I know what you feel, but I can't do anything other than giving you some money. He is an excellent man and he was my teacher that why I am ready to give you a hand, other than that I can't do anything. I am sorry." Saying that he went off.

I stood there like a statue. I close my eyes. Letting my tears falling. What can I do we I don't have a proper degree? I can't do a job without it.

People want a fucking Educational degree for doing the same things that an uneducated person can do, but no they want educated people in their office or another place.

I tried hard at many places for a job but I got nothing, empty-handed.

Being a waitress or Babysitter is all I can do to earn.

But that's not sufficient. I need at least 50,000 dollars or more for the medical treatment and bills, on top of that my rents and daily basic needs.

My life is havoc.

No idea if I can save my dad. He is my everything I can't live without him I don't have anyone else without him. He raised me. He did everything that a mother should be doing.

Now about her, my so-called mother.

She was good for nothing alcoholic person and a gold digger. Maybe my father was not a rich guy but he gives her money whenever she wants even knowing our limitations she spends money on her only.

She uses to buy expensive satchels, attire, shoes, and doing costly makeup.

Whenever my father didn't agree to give the money she would shout like a maniac and emotionally blackmail him, saying, "if he can't take care of her needs then why did he marry her? "

He always feels that it was his fault that he can't take care of her, so in the end, he would give her the last savings of his money so that she can spend it and be happy.

He always wants a happy family but he never got one. That woman was a gold digger I accept that but at last, she left us when we need the support of each other the most. I remember what she said that day,

" if you have the money you have everything but if not then you have nothing."

Saying that she left and left for good. My dad was heartbroken, he loved her so much that he started to live isolated. I was worried, he was depressed and broken like he has nothing to live for. But I have faith in God that one day I will get my father back.

That's why to wake him up, God did something.

I met a serious accident. I was hospitalized for good days I don't remember but I was unconscious for 2-3 days. When I awakened, I saw him, he was muck(in a bad state). He was crying like he lost everything. He told me about the incident that happens and told me that he realized that I was his priority and from now on he will keep me safe and happy.

I stayed one week one because I don't want to increase the bill after all it was already very high, however, we paid it.

"To get something you have to pay, even if it's good, you have to give it."

'Right?'

Later we started to live like an ordinary and delighted family. We were happy with less money but maybe God doesn't want that.

Dad was diagnosed with cancer. He was at the end of the second phase. He never told me anything about it neither I was able to notice it. I feel ashamed that I couldn't find that out early. If I would have found out earlier, he would not be able to suffer this much.

I blame myself for this but I blame him for hiding it for me. He said that he will be always there for me but no he didn't. He lied, so I can be happy but what about know that now.

Am I happy, no I devastated? Now I hid my emotions of being victimized every day.

I hid how it feels when they touch me with their dirty hands.

I feel disgusting.

But what can I do, huh?

I have to do it.

For him, for my dad.

Stella Styles

For happiness 💕

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