Bill

This is a collaborative piece that Hannah Phillips and I worked on in class. The point of view is switched to the father who is dying of disease instead of a third person narrative. The story really changes as the different points of view are brought into light. This is the point of view of Bill.


I can't bring myself to tell her, but I bet she can tell something is wrong. The coughing has gotten worse and I feel like my lungs are slowly disintegrating. But I keep her in mind, trying my best to distract her from what she's already lost. First her mother, now the man who has tried his best to fill that void.

I'm making the most of the time I have left with her. I try and memorize her smile, keep her laugh in my head to keep me strong. Sometimes I feel she's the only one that keeps me going.

But I can't be selfish, I have to let her go so she can be safe. The family that has her has to be near to perfect; that's what she deserves. Her mother would've wanted nothing less for her in such a difficult situation.

I can barely bring myself to look her in the eye and convince her that she's a big girl. I hope her little heart grows strong over time. It breaks my heart to watch my little girl walk away, but it helps knowing she'll be safe and happy in a loving home.