Anaya I finished putting on my navy blue crop top and jeans. With bags under my eyes, a tired face, and a hunched posture, I looked like a zombie. I exhaled and closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath in and out. My father’s weak words from two nights ago echoed in my memory as I sat on the chair near the window. Flashback "My little one, will you give it to me what I ask for?” The inquiry baffled me, but I responded, “Of course, Papa.” I softly smiled as I wiped his tears. "Bambino, I don’t think I’ll last long...” he trailed. “Papa, please don’t say things like that,” I cried."I just got you back in my life. I cannot lose another parent. Please." “Anaya. Sweetheart. They were not your parents,” he coughed. I immediately recognized my mistake and replied, “No, they were not. But you are. Please stay strong. This will pass.” He smiled weakly and said, “I am trying, my little one. But you know there is no guarantee in life. The only thing I want for the rest of my life, however b
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