Where Is Rosie’s Dada?

“Rosie, baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Izabelle panicked as she dropped the bowl of pap on the bedside table and used her cloth to clean Rosie’s teary eyes. She feared that Rosie would stress her heart again and something bad might happen.

“Baby, please stop crying, hmm? You heard what the doctor said.”

She patted her back and cleaned her tears until Rosie calmed down and stopped crying. What was making her cry now? Was it the fact that she was in the hospital for the umpteenth time this year or she just felt emotional? What was making her baby cry again? Why must she have to suffer like this? She was so little but has been to the hospital at least twice to five times every month. Why exactly must it be like this, huh?

Rosie has been suffering for long enough. When was her suffering going to end? She rather that she suffer instead of her daughter who spends her days in the hospital instead of having fun and living a free life like other kids.

Izabelle’s eyes watered as sh