chapter 11

I open the room door and look immediately at my dad, his pale skin hasn't changed. His hair is all gone unlike the last time I saw him, his eyes have this glow that they always have when he sees any of us, despite what f*ck-ups we are.

I open the door wider and the little ones run inside all happy, "Grandpa!" Nina finds a way to climb onto the bed and hug her grandfather.

Kat sighs rubbing her forehead, "ay, Nina." She scolds.

Dad let's out a dry laugh, "don't worry about it Kitty Kat." He rasps laying a kiss on the three year old's forehead.

I move to the side to my two other younger siblings, Lucia and Ian. Lucia is the youngest of all five of us, twelve years old.

She doesn't stay with any of us but rather with a foster care family in Georgia, when our mother passed away she was seven years old and I was twenty two years old juggling multiple jobs.

And around eight that's when dad realized he had cancer and he had to go o