Yes, missing this last chance would be an eternal regret.
With gathered strength, I stepped forward.
As I opened the door, I saw my mother sitting silently by the bed under the stark light.
She looked utterly defeated, her eyes red and swollen.
She didnât move or look up, even when the door creaked open.
Carlos let out a sigh.
âSheâs been here since last night, steadfast in her resolve to stay by his side.
No one has been able to persuade her to take a break.
â
A whirlwind of emotions surged within me.
Her son was unconscious, her husband was gone, and our pack faced danger.
The strength she mustered to endure the night was beyond my comprehension.
I made my way towards her.
Before I got close, she seemed to detect my presence as she looked up at me.
When she realized it was me, tears streamed down her face.
She had always been poised and dignified, but now she cried like a child, feeling helpless and desperate.
âCaleb.
.
My mother called out my name in a voice quivering with emotion and signaled me to come closer.
âCome, see your father.
He yearned for one last glimpse of you.
â
Under the harsh light, she seemed so fragile, on the brink of breaking down.
My heart ached for her.
Somehow, I found myself by my fatherâs side, not fully aware of how I got there, standing before his bed.
My father lay on the bed, his eyes shut tight and his face pale.
He appeared thinner, with deep-set eyes.
He didnât have the same commanding presence as before.
He lay there completely still, as if he were just sleeping.
No one could have imagined that his eyes would never open again.
My mother caressed his face and shared, âBefore your father passed, he spoke of you often, regretting not seeing you one last time.
He was always a mix of toughness and tenderness, missing you and Debra deeply, despite never voicing it.
â
I couldnât hold back my emotions any longer.
With a thud, I dropped to my knees in front of my father.
Tears poured out, clouding my vision.
âDad, Iâm sorry.
I didnât make it in time.
â
This apology was laden with profound remorse and guilt.
Sadly, he was no longer there to hear it.
Calebâs POV:
My motherâs tears flowed even faster.
She fought back sadness, reaching out to help me up.
âCaleb, your father never blamed you.
In his eyes, youâve always been his most cherished and valiant son.
â