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WORRYING SENTIMENTS

I plant my feet on the floor, plunging my head down to look at my father after giving him his medicines and tucking him under the duvet. It pains me to admit, but the man before me isn't doing well at all. I thought he was okay and strong this morning, but maybe my desire to please him blinded me. Then again, what choice did I have? He wanted the dinner to happen sd quickly as possible, and knowing him, convincing him otherwise would have been all in vain.

"What's worrying my daughter this much?" He faintly mumbles, his usually cold and strict tone now so worryingly soft and faint.

He looks so tired and weak. Everything about him doesn't portray the unshakable Richard Riccaford that I knew before I returned to this castle. This is ailment is deteriorating. It's weakening him dreary and I am getting worried.

"You I can take anything, but not seeing my daughter worry like this." He sucks some oxygen before adding, taking my hand. "Talk to me dear. Is it about the decision you made? I g
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