The Day My Dad Died…

with tears in my eyes..

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In 2016, I was preparing to leave my country Nigeria for another country for study purposes.

At the time, I was living alone with mom and dad..

It was a Saturday.

I was in my room reading a book..

And my mom was in the kitchen, cooking.

When he started complaining of severe heart pain.

Knowing panicking won’t solve the problem,

I decided to rush him to the hospital myself..

We had a bike..

So, I rode him to the hospital myself,

And I told mom to start coming as soon as she got through.

On the bike — with fear in my voice, I continually asked him..

‘Daddy, is it still paining you?’

And he’d shake his head with his right hand pointing to his chest..

A few minutes getting to the hospital, his condition got worse..

Panickingly running down the stairs, I requested to see the doctor..

They refused me seeing him..

Why?

The doctor just completed a surgery..and he’s tired/not around..