In the study room lit only by candlelight, the phone on the table suddenly rang. In an instant, I knew that my life was about to face a terrible change. I'm not a fortune teller, and I don't know how to watch celestial phenomena. In my eyes, the palm lines on my palms can't reveal my future at all, and I'm not like a gypsy who can discern numerology from the lines of wet tea leaves. My father is already dying of illness. Last night I was beside his sickbed, wiping the sweat from his brows and listening to his hard breathing. I knew in my heart that he might not last long. I was terrified of losing him just like that, terrified that I would be alone for the first time in my twenty-eight years.

I am the only child in my family, and the only child.Mother passed away two years ago.Her death was a big blow to me, but at least she didn't have to suffer from the pain. This morning, shortly before dawn, I went home tired and rested.But I didn't sleep well, and I didn't sleep very long. I can't help leaning forward in my chair at this moment, hoping with all my heart that the phone will stop ringing, but it keeps ringing. Even the family dog ​​knew what the call meant.It walked slowly from the shadows to the place where the candles lit up, and stared at me with sad eyes.

It is different from others of its kind, no matter you are male or female, as long as it is interested in you, it will always stare at you and look at you.Animals generally only dare to stare at us briefly, as if there is something frightening in our eyes, and then quickly look away after a while. Perhaps Orson saw the same things as the other dogs and was just as disturbed, but he was not easily intimidated. He is a strange dog to say the least, but he is my dog ​​and my most trustworthy friend, whom I love and cherish. It wasn't until the seventh ring that I helplessly surrendered to reality and picked up the phone.

It was a nurse from Ren'ai Hospital who called.When I was talking to her, I never took my eyes off Orson. She said my father's condition was rapidly deteriorating and suggested that I rush to visit him in the ward immediately. When I hung up, Orson walked over to the chair and rested his muscular, dark head on my lap.It just moaned softly and nuzzled my hand, but didn't wag its tail. In an instant, I suddenly lost consciousness, unable to think or act at all. The room was as silent as an abyss under the sea, and I was so oppressed that I couldn't move. Then I called Sasha.Gu Dao, ask her to drive me to the hospital.

She usually sleeps from noon until eight o'clock in the evening.After nightfall, she worked as a music anchor at KBAY, the only radio station in Moonlight Bay, and her working hours were from midnight to six in the morning.On such a March evening at five o'clock, she was still asleep most of the time, and I had to wake her up because of this incident, which made me feel very guilty. Yet, like Ourson with the sad eyes, she was my friend, someone I could turn to no matter what happened.And her driving skills are much better than dogs. She answered the phone the second it rang, speaking in a completely sleepy voice.Before I could tell her what happened, she said, "Chris, I'm sorry." Ominous news was heard in the ringtone.

I bit my lip, not wanting to think about what might happen next.As long as the father is still alive, it is possible that his doctor may have misdiagnosed him.Even in the final hour, there was a possibility that his cancer was in remission. I believe in miracles.After all, it was a miracle that I lived twenty-eight years in my condition—although outsiders, seeing the life I was living, would probably consider it a curse. I believe in miracles, or rather, I believe that everyone "needs a miracle." "I'll be there in five minutes," Sasha promised. If it was night, I could still walk to the hospital by myself, but it would be too noticeable and risky to go on foot at this time.

"Take it easy!" I said, "Drive carefully, I probably need at least ten minutes to get ready." "Love you, Snowman." "I love you too." I replied.