52: Yvette

His first term was for me to go home, eat, and get some sleep. I was about to protest when he assured me I would not be able to see the babies until I've had at least three hours of sleep.

So like an obedient puppy, I ate my sandwich quickly then headed to bed for a nap. Three hours on the dot, the alarm rang that I woke up and ran to every room searching for him but he was gone. There was no trace of him being anywhere, not even at the study.

I knew my number was still blocked but I tried anyway and dialled for him. Yup, it was still blocked; it went straight to voicemail. There's no use to send him text messages then.

So I called my sisters to know the status of our father's condition. He hadn't woken up but they insisted for me not to come, suggested perhaps I could come at night so they could go home as we take turns to be there.

Regardless, I showered and planned to go there, since it hurts too bad to stay home alone. Until I heard the familiar footsteps when I was walking ou