When Loneliness Calls

Emily’s POV I just visited my dad in the hospital. The doctors informed me that his condition is getting worse and I can’t feel anything. I’m not sad. I’m not regretful. I just feel like I’m doing the natural thing a daughter would do for her dying father—get him the best treatment regardless if he’s gonna make it or not. My dad never apologized for the wrong he did to me. He didn’t tell me that he regretted ending up killing his own grandchild. He didn’t give me a reason, even a stupid reason, for killing the love of my life. I loathe him for so long and I still loathe him now that he’s dying. Am I a bad daughter if I say I’m waiting for his death and I won’t cry if he dies? Am I a bad daughter if I say I won’t regret letting him go like this? I don’t wanna dwell in the past and get drowned in the pain, but now that he’s struggling to survive, I feel like it’s his karma working. I opened the door of my car but someone pushed it closed. Annoyed, I expected it to be the person who never