Words... And words are all we have...
Papa knew something was amiss. She was overly enthusiastic. Her lips smiled, but her eyes seldom complemented that expression. Of all his children she was the stubborn one. The proud one who would never let off her guard. His first born. His lucky mascot. The day she was born, he got his first promotion at work. Every year his pay raises and promotions would typically come around her birthday. It could just be that time of the year she was born that coincided with his Bank’s pay revision cycle. But to him, she was his lucky mascot. Every birthday of hers they went shopping and brought gold jewelry for their little angel’s big day . She was not particularly enthused with her birthday gifts. But they knew it was their investment for her future. The day he bought his first house she came of age. On her engagement day he had a heart attack. The hospitalization, the tests, the angiogram happen...