COVID-19 was spreading, and dad had been in bed beyond exhausted that week, but he wasn't ill and I'd put it down to him being tired and overworked.
He’d been okay yesterday; he’d been starting to recover. At this point all I knew is that we needed to leave as fast as we could, we needed to go see Dad.As I got into my mum’s car the words ‘dad is dead’ were spinning around and around in my head as if I could actually feel them moving.
That's when the nausea started. Mum had to pull over on the side of the main road so I could be sick. She started panicking because we were getting stopped by every red light.
All I could think was, why? Why are you panicking now? Dad is dead and my life is over, what difference does it make?We pulled up to.
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