"Pieces of you Dad"
It was a Saturday morning, and we were all on a mat under the mango tree with Mom catching up on topics that we might've missed during that week. It was a lazy morning actually, my step dad, whom I don't refer to as "Step Father", but "Dad" was washing the company vehicle. It was a busy week for us as my sister was diagnosed with appendicitis and was admitted in the hospital. She had been discharged two days prior and she was just getting stronger. My phone was ringing in the room and the last of my siblings called me in to give me my phone, I had missed the call twice and I took the phone out of the house waiting for the caller to call back. As I was walking back to join my mum and the other siblings, dad got a phone call that somehow made him pale all over his face and after he engaged the call, he continued to wash the car. My phone rang again and I answered. It was my best friend from back in High School. When I said hello, she cried and she said, ...