Book 3: Facing My Doom

Anacá's POV

My dad was still in his room, and I trudged over to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Even after an hour, when Dad didn’t emerge, I was worried. Was everything fine? He never slept so much when his favorite match was going on. 

I went up to his room and peered in. Thankfully, he was still lying on his bed. I walked over to his side to see him breathing hard with beads of perspiration on his forehead. 

“What’s wrong, Dad? Are you feeling unwell?” My heart constricted with panic to see him in this condition. It seemed my worst fear was coming true. 

“I can’t breathe, Anacá.” His choked whisper brought me out of my daze, and I picked up the phone to call 166 for an ambulance. 

“I’ll take you to the hospital, Dad. Please hold on. Nothing will happen to you.” Tears of helplessness stung my eyes. It was the same situation I had faced before. No, I couldn’t break down. In five minutes, I was ready when the doorbell