Deep in the Heart

Going home from my sister's funeral made me lost my appetite. Haven't for a week now. Father is looking for someone that might help me bring myself together. He goes to the doctor what could he do to make me eat since I don't want to go out. He brings my friends from the school and the neighbourhood but still it didn't help. Father looks so wary because of me. At fist, I didn't know how to manage and talk to him. Now that I see him doing everything he can for me, I am starting to regain again.
Early in the morning, I started to get out of bed. As I stood up, I felt down again. I stood again. I didn't want father to worry about me. I stood still and slowly walked out of the room. When I opened the kitchen door, he was cooking and it was like 5 o'clock in the morning. I didn't have my mother around to do all the cooking when I was really ill. When I show him, I shed tears. He didn't see me standing. I sneezed and he saw me. He saw me with tears and said "Darling, why are you crying? Somewhere hurts? Where? You shouldn't have get up at this hour. You need to rest." The crying voice cracked out. I told him "I don't want you to cook. I am okay now. I can cook. Hand me that." Father hugged me and we cried together. He said " I don't want to lose you that's why. You are the only one left now. I can't take the risks when you are gone." We ate and I was feeling better than before. I cooked and the do the chores in the house for us.