Would He Help Me?

"It's dad," he replied, his voice shaking. "His sickness has gotten worse. They need to do surgery right away. They had to move us away from that hospital because it got too serious for them to solve."

I felt all the color drain from my face. I knew that Dad had been in poor health for a while, but I had not realized things had gotten this serious, I thought we still had time to look for a plan. I tried to push the panic aside and think clearly.

"Okay, where is he now? What hospital are they taking him to?"

"We are at St. Mary's. They are preparing him for surgery as we speak."

I could hear Mom's loud crying at the background. I also felt like crying but there was nothing I could do.

"Okay, I'm on my way. I'll see you there."

I hung up the phone and turned to Vince, who had been watching me with concern.

"Mom, why do you looking so sad?" He asked.

"My daddy is sick. They are doing surgery on him right now. I have to go to the hospital."

I did not know why I was telling him, I knew he u