lingering dream 2.0

I go to the hospital, there he is. Wearing his red batik shirt, looking fine like nothing happen. I run to him, hug him. He hug back, a strong grip hug. Warm hug. We're kinda just talk for a while. I ask for a picture but Mom just kinda distracted by other thing, she take my picture, instead of us. Me & Dad. The looking fine version of Dad, before he get sick.