I tried to numb myself with work so that I wouldn't care so much about him.
At the same time, I was also betting on when he would come back and kept brainwashing myself that he might be busy and might still have me in his heart.
Until the afternoon when I received the news that my father had passed away, everything changed completely.
When I arrived at the hospital, he had already failed to be resuscitated.
He died of liver cancer, a congenital disease. Even though I spent a lot of money on his treatment, I was ultimately unable to save my father's life.
My mother passed away early and it was not easy for my father to raise me alone.
I had advised him to find another one before, but he was always afraid that I would be wronged.
I squatted helplessly in the corner. My child was gone, my father was gone and all my blood relatives in the world were gone.
It meant I was alone in that big city, right?
In the end, I could only call Miquel.
I calmed myself down and tried to speak more lightly so as not to make him too nervous and worried.
But the moment I heard his voice on the phone, I couldn't stop crying.
“Miquel, my father passed away. Come over when you have time."