My Dad Was Dying: A Short Story

Dad was dying. That I knew. Every night I would wish on a star. I would sit on my bed, looking out my window, and waiting for the star to make my wish come true. But I never found that star. I didn’t follow the rules and so my wish didn’t come true. Now I know it couldn’t have mattered anyway. I still remember the day my dad was diagnosed. We were packing for our annual trip to Florida and he needed to get a check-up at the doctor. After practically shoving my dad out the door, my mom and I started to pack our clothes. It was a normal summer day in Texas. The birds were still chirping, my dog was sleeping on the porch and my brother was still playing soccer in the front yard. We had no idea what was to come.
As my dad walked through the