“What do you think of dad’s decision Ralph?”

“To leave?”

“Yes”

“I’m worried about where we shall move to since it shall be a new place for me. I still don’t see the reason to but, I think that he’s right.”

There was a short silence. Caitlin still pondered over the thought.

“I will really miss this place.” Ralph said breaking the silence.

From the ground floor of the house sounded the front door swinging open.

“It must be dad.” Caitlin said and rose. She walked out of the room and met her dad at the living room.

“Aren't you done yet?” he asked.

“No.” Caitlin replied.

“Caitlin, it’s getting eight and you have to sleep early.”

“Yes father.” She replied and turned around about to leave.

“Caitlin.” He called “this is for your own good.”

“Yes father.” She agreed and walked out.

Mr. Brooks, Caitlin’s father walked to a stool in one of the room’s corners where the telephone was and his wedding picture with late Mrs. Brooks (Mavis). He did not expect that things would end so badly. Only a few moments did they spend together when she was not on a sick bed or him away on his weeks or month trips.

It came to his mind like a flashback video that he was in his car and rushing Mavis to the hospital. She was very ill, at the point of death.

“Hold on” he had said. His face was sweating and was unable even to control the wheels. Mavis lay in the back seat with her head on Ralph’s lap. Ralph himself was crying feeling helpless.

“Mavis… please don’t die on us.” Mr. Brooks begged.

It was very late in the night and Mr. Brooks had insisted to keep Caitlin home.

Mavis laid there, struggling to survive as she had done in the past 14 years since she wedded Mr. Brooks. 

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