* The next couple of days went by smoothly, and my dad had no changes, which gave us hope that he might be getting better. Even though, he couldn't sit up or talk that much and we encouraged him to rest whenever he tried. "Daddy, I made you some banana pudding" I whisper as Zair helps him to sit up. I sit close to him so that I can feed him. "I can feed him if you want" he says as I tear up watching him struggle to swallow. I cut up small pieces of banana and I crumbled pieces of vanilla wafers so that it wasn't just pudding. I give him the bowl, and then, I hug my dad before kissing his cheek.
"Let me do it baby" he says when I reach for the bowl. I go over to kiss peck his lips then I sit down to grab my dads hand and Zair feeds him. My mom smiles at us when she comes back from her ru
