I've just arrived at my father's house after ages of not visiting. He's dying and i just want to make the most of what he has left of his life. So do my sisters who have already arrived. I was last to arrive as i was finding it hard to leave my little girl. Even if it's just for a little while.

"This is what dad would want. Us all together like this. This is how it's supposed to be." I smile softly, my eyes teary, feeling emotional. The jet lag making it worse.