Lorenzo: come in, said my father right after they knocked on the hospital room door; it was a girl holding a fruit smoothie; thank you, said my father before closing the door and came in my direction
I didn't have an appetite, but I accepted the vitamins; I needed to eat well, getting better, and soon going home. After lunch, my mother helped me to the
bathroom to take a shower; meanwhile, Nicolas and my father were talking.
Marcele: are you alright, daughter? she asked while I was taking off my clothes
Isabella: yes
Marcele: that's okay; if you need help or feel anything, just let me know.
Isabella: thank you
I didn't want to tell her about the decision I was about to make; I don't think she would be by my side, as a matter of fact, I don't think anyone would, but I knew that what I was going to do seemed to be the best option for now, as difficult as it will be for me not to have him around, and even more challenging for him to accept.