“Where are you my darling?” Sobs wracked his frame. The rising sun enveloped him in a blanket of warmth. Two little hands cupped his face.
“Dad, I am here besides you. Get up. Go save her.”
He opened his eyes. Years of guilt washed away, he entered the operation theatre.
That night he slept peacefully.
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Word Count : 55
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