An eight-year-old girl with jet‑black hair tied neatly into a ponytail bouncing behind her skipped down the street. Her small face glowed with fair skin, soft arched eyebrows, a petite nose, and full lips that curved into an ever‑present smile. Dressed in her school uniform, she hopped from side to side, greeting familiar neighbors with cheerful waves as she passed.
Sally was in a wonderful mood. She had won a prize at school again, and excitement bubbled inside her as she hurried home, eager to tell her parents and see their proud smiles.
But the moment she reached her house, something felt wrong.
Their home was a small yellow‑painted bungalow. In front of the wooden door lay several pairs of shoes and heels, arranged in uneven rows. Sally slowed to a stop, confusion clouding her happiness. Her family rarely had visitors, and when they did, they were never this many.
She stepped inside, removed her shoes, and placed them neatly by the wall. As she walked into the sitting room, several faces turned toward her. Some were familiar, mostly members of her father's family. Their expressions were heavy, their eyes filled with something she could not yet understand.
Sally froze, staring silently at everyone, her heart beating faster as questions crowded her mind.
Then her mother appeared.
Mrs. Fay Davis was a young woman with striking features, though worry and exhaustion had dulled her beauty.Her hair was tied into a rough bun, with red eyes, s tear streaked face she clearly tried to hide. The moment she saw Sally, she straightened, forcing a weak smile.
Sensing her mother's distress, Sally ran to her. She held her hand and smiled gently, trying, just as her mother often did, to offer comfort, even though she did not know what was wrong.
Fay lifted her daughter into her arms and held her tightly, sniffing back tears she could no longer control.
A young man, Sally's uncle, Dominic, stepped forward and patted Fay on the shoulder before quietly returning to the room she had come from.
"Where is Daddy?" Sally asked softly.
Fay's lips trembled. She could not bring herself to tell her child the truth, that her father was dying.
"Daddy isn't feeling well," she said at last. "He needs some rest. Go and change your clothes and stay in your room to watch cartoons. I'll bring you some snacks, hmm?"
"Then why is everyone looking sad?" Sally pressed, unwilling to let the question go.
"You must be tired," Fay replied gently. "Mommy needs to attend to the guests. Go and relax for a bit."
She set Sally down and nudged her toward her room.
As night fell, the visitors left one by one, each offering quiet words of consolation to Fay. Eventually, only Dominic remained. He stayed beside Dylan, carefully adjusting the blanket over him.
Fay walked in with a glass of water and placed it beside him.
"Thank you so much for the support you've always shown us," she said softly.
"If I'm not here, who will be?" Dominic replied. "I'm Ray's only biological brother, so I must be responsible for him, and for you, his family."
She sat quietly beside Ray and adjusted the pillows. Her voice trembled.
"It was too sudden. I didn't know he was dealing with this. I didn't know it was this much. I thought he was just tired… but who knew that as the days passed, he was slowly.."
She couldn't finish the sentence. A small sob escaped her lips.
Dominic stepped closer, offering quiet consolation.
Fay wiped her face and forced a faint smile.
"He should be okay for the night. You should go back home, don't keep Elena waiting. Don't let her get too worried. Tomorrow, we'll go see the doctor together."
"Alright," he said as he stood. "You should get some rest too."
As he headed for the door, he noticed the little girl peeking from behind it, neither coming in nor walking away. He smiled and gently patted her head before leaving.
After the door closed, Sally walked over and climbed onto the bed beside her mother. She gave her small, gentle pats.
"Daddy will be okay. Daddy is strong, you know," she whispered.
Fay finally smiled and nodded, pulling her daughter close.
"Yes," she said softly. "He's always been strong… and this time too, he'll be fine."
Please, her heart added silently. Let me be right.