It’s just peculiar how time can turn tables and reverse roles for suddenly some day, you could go from being daddy’s lil girl to his sole support system and might need to safeguard the man that has sheltered and basked you in the safety of his warmth, half your life.
It’s weird how heartaches and bruises seem painful only until the day you see needles and tubes relentlessly pricking and puncturing his skin which sure can just split your heart in two and each drop of his blood can feel like kerosene dripping on the cut. It’s quite enough to soak all your breath to see life catapult before the man who forms your spine. The one who has always fixed it for you since it’s just beyond him to twist the constellations for his own ends.
Reality kinda stings you when the hospital administration asks you to sign in the guardian’s column and not him. But you come to realize that your world really has turned upside-down only when you see yourself stand all still and tall even in the chaos, despite having your soul collapsed already because this grown up baby on the stretcher knows no place to hide than your eyes. So, you just know that you got to push your shoulders back, calm them dancing demons and sound as promising as you can because your 57 year’s old child is too afraid to be left in isolation with the machines and blue-robed humans.
And your brightest time in the day swiftly shifts from having favourite food or just doing something peacefully in solace to only a few minutes of visiting him wherein he’d innocently hold your little finger and you’d caress his hair. Wherein like a kid he’d complaint of them super vigilant nurses and whatever he’d go through, hoping you could make it right. And it’d just make happiness drip from your eyes because that mere contact, that gaze is all you’ll need to wipe away all the restlessness and sleeplessness.