Feb 16th 2016
Walking down the hospital corridor
Fighting against the tears.
Because, only few minutes ago,
I had been told my father passed away.
And only few minutes ago,
My life came to a screeching halt.
I can see my sister's hand bag on the hospital floor
Bless her little soul.
As I approach her,
“Dadamy (you know this name, right?), He is Dead!” She squeals.
“Emmanuel, It's over” my cousin with a sorrowful face says,
I keep my mouth shut but
In my mind, I want to. I really do.
But physically, I just can't.
I feel my sister's arms around me.
and I spot the “MORGUE” sign few feet away,
and “Is this happening?” I ask myself
And my worst day continues…