Taming My Cold Husband

he phone, her fingers clenched around

owner complained that your art was too avant-garde and not suitable for t

ressed on, clinging to the la

ry. Look, I gotta go now.

r eyes. This was the fourth time her art was rejected from being showcased in an art show. Disappointment had become a daily phenomenon for her ever since she received devastating news about her father's ca

o you, Miss

How is my dad's

ntle yet firm voice. "You haven't been forthcoming with his bills, and this h

ying, doctor. It's... it's hard, you know. I'm all he has and he's all I have. I don't

age directly from the hospital board. They already found out that I proceeded to treat your father on multiple occasions without proper payment bei

from her eyes, sniffling softly. "I'll try my best to raise the money for his next treatment

said, "I mean, rules are mean

they are. I'll take your leave now." She ro

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life savings to secure him a spot here. Leslie walked briskly to her dad's ward, holding a plastic bag containing his favourite chicken soup from his favourite diner downtown. She reached the ward and stopped to look at her dad through

nd placed the plastic bag on the table, switched on t

a weak voice soun

ushed in for a hug but stopped midwa

to give your old guy a h

ight crush you," she said softly, h

rt anyone. Now come over here before I

yes playfully at him while huggin

sity and said in a grumpy voice, "We h

lamed. You're always sleeping anytime I c

octor for injecting me with so many sleeping pills. I'm sleepy 9

id with a genuine smile playing at her lips for the first time that day. S

's my happy girl. Always remain happy and

ed, and she clung to her dad's emaciated body and sobbed loudly for the fi

y dear. Let it all out," he

all the bad luck and frustrations

ne, my dear. Just ca

amount in so little time, and this treatment is essential for you so that we can take the next step towards your surgery. Wh

ch of smug satisfaction rang out,