"I'm sorry, but I can't answer that right now."
I shook my head before running back inside the house.
"Sophia..."
I heard him shout my name but I didn't look back and headed directly to my parents' room where my Dad is sleeping at the moment. He had a stroke again yesterday, and it has happened twice since we came back to Italy.
I dried my tears before entering the room and I found my mother and Dad's private nurse inside.
"Hi, is he sleeping?" I asked referring to the old man lying on his bed, my father.
"No, he's awake. Do you want to talk to him?" Mom asked me and I nodded.
"Yes."
"All right, I will leave you two for a while. We will come back if it's time for his medicine." She patted my shoulder and they exited the room.
I sat in the chair near the bed and held my father's cold and pale hand.
"Hi Dad, how are you feeling?"
"I think I should be the one to ask you that question, my baby."