Coming Home

"Sammy?, I think your father does not want to get surgery. I think he is afraid of the drugs he will have to keep taking, and then you talk about chemotherapy. Your father hates drugs and you know it. He also hates hospitals and now, we have to do what he wants" her mother said to Samantha, then turned to her husband.

"Honey? would you like to stay at home with me, than go to the hospital for the surgery?

Her father blinked and Samantha was watching, in shock.

"Sammy, you see? We have to do what your father wants. We can't force him to get surgery. Let us do what he wants, Samantha" her mother said, rubbing her father's back.

Samantha stood up, ran her fingers through her hair in fraustration. She was coming to terms with having to watch her father wither away, without getting surgery or doing something about his brain tumour. She shook her head, and walked so fast into her room.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll go talk to her" Her mother said to her husband.

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Samantha was seated