Danisha
I felt the warmth of a hand on mine and a melodious voice singing a beautiful melody. It was soothing and I felt drawn towards it. Her singing was the most heavenly. While I lay listening to the wonderful melody, another hand clasped my other hand, stroking my skin with the fingers.
"Sweetheart, isn't it time to wake up yet?"
The singing stopped and I instantly recognised the male voice. That was my father.
Sucking in a breath, I tried to speak. I wanted to show him that I was awake, but the best I could do was let out a stifled groan. I tried to move but every inch of my body ached.
"She is waking up."
I heard my mother whisper.
I forced my eyes open, yet was forced to close them since the light blinded me.
"The lights," my mom whispered.
"Sweetie?" She uttered, ca
