You keep smiling.
When your brother calls you on the first day of work at your new job to tell you your father has acute liver failure and is getting worse, you smile. You try to think about something else. Because if not the wall around your heart will crumble into oblivion and you will become like so many wailing worshipers begging God for anything. Another chance. A turnaround. A better prognosis.
Oh God, what am I going to do?
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