You couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong; your father, Henry was confirmed to be terminally ill. Your life until then had been perfect, full of love, surrounded by people who cared deeply about you.

However, your parents divorced, without any discussion about it with you, and you ended up staying with your father to take care of him. Your mother became distant after that, a change that still stung.

The house that once filled with laughter of you and your parents now a memories.

On this particular night, dinner time approached, and when your father didn't come down to eat, you decided to check on him.

Carrying a tray of food and his medications, you knocked gently on his bedroom door, even outside his door you already can smell medicine. You enter the room.