“Dad did an extra week just to spite the Doctor, just like when they told him his hair would fall out in a week and it took four.”
That part really touched me. The story was wonderfully written and heartfelt ❤️
Keep up the good work!
tw: cancer
I told my best friend I didn't want to celebrate my birthday this year. I don't want the hats. I don't want to hear the song sung. I know the cake will either taste like nothing or be so sweet it will leave my teeth sore. I don't want to blow out candles. I don't want to make any wishes. I know the wish I'd make won't be granted.
Last year on my birthday, Dad and I drove downtown in the morning. Mom was too busy with work to go, and Dad couldn't go by himself. I moved my things from the passenger seat to make space for him. I handed him the cord and let him pick out the music. I can't remember what songs he put on. I'm sure we talked over it anyway. I can't remember what we talked about.
I dropped him off at the door and went to find parking; it was getting harder for him to walk. When I found him in the lobby, we took the elevator up to oncology. The lady at the front desk knew Dad's name. I remember wishing she didn't. Dad introduced me. She greeted me in a friendly manner. Everyone working was always chipper on that floor.
With a book I never got the chance to read, I sat next to Dad. We were busy talking, but about what I still can't remember. The nurse came in and stuck in an IV through Dad's port. Doctor would be with us in a moment. I told my Dad how my friends were coming over to play pool tomorrow for my birthday, and asked if he would join. Dad said he had a hard time getting around the pool table.
The Doctor came in to talk with Dad. I felt like I shouldn't have been there. I wished Mom was there instead. Doctor told Dad two months. We both sat there slack jawed, even though we both figured as much; it's always different hearing it said aloud. Doctor probably said some other things. I can't remember.
The nurse returned to take out Dad's IV, chipper as ever. She asked us what we were planning for the rest of our day. Dad looked to me and said, "Breakfast." I agreed, though I didn't feel particularly hungry. They wheeled Dad out to the front doors, and that's where I picked him up to take him to Chick-fil-A.
The chicken tasted like nothing, and the bread was too sweet. Bile built up in the back of our throats, so Dad and I washed it down with orange juice. I drove us home. Mom asked me what the Doctor said and I had to repeat it like the chorus of a song. If this had to happen, I wished it wasn't on my birthday. Mom said we'd talk about it tomorrow. I didn't want to talk about it again.
Dad did an extra week just to spite the Doctor, just like when they told him his hair would fall out in a week and it took four.
“Dad did an extra week just to spite the Doctor, just like when they told him his hair would fall out in a week and it took four.”
That part really touched me. The story was wonderfully written and heartfelt ❤️
Keep up the good work!
Hey there, my friend! 
I thought I would stop by and leave you a review for this fantastic piece of yours. Reading what you write always makes my day better, it always makes me happy to see you piece of yours in the green room. Let's jump right into the review:
I dropped him off at the door and went to find parking; it was getting harder for him to walk. When I found him in the lobby, we took the elevator up to oncology. The lady at the front desk knew Dad's name. I remember wishing she didn't. Dad introduced me. She greeted me in a friendly manner. Everyone working was always chipper on that floor.
With a book I never got the chance to read, I sat next to Dad. We were busy talking, but about what I still can't remember. The nurse came in and stuck in an IV through Dad's port. Doctor would be with us in a moment. I told my Dad how my friends were coming over to play pool tomorrow for my birthday, and asked if he would join. Dad said he had a hard time getting around the pool table.
Dad did an extra week just to spite the Doctor, just like when they told him his hair would fall out in a week and it took four.
Hello, farq4d! Wist here to review your touching short story.
Your short story is a poignant and emotional portrayal of a difficult and heart-wrenching experience of grief and how it can impact your entire life. Your ability to capture the complex emotions surrounding the protagonist's birthday and their father's illness is truly moving. The details and candid reflections create a sense of intimacy, allowing the audience to empathize deeply with the narrator. The use of sensory details, such as the taste of the cake and the atmosphere in the hospital, adds a layer of depth to the storytelling. You convey a sense of helplessness, love, and resilience in the face of challenging circumstances. With that said, let's dive into your story.
I can't remember what we talked about.
Dad did an extra week just to spite the Doctor, just like when they told him his hair would fall out in a week and it took four.
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