"I've come with your tea Dad." Said Joan one day going into her father's room. Her father had been getting better after a long struggle with pneumonia. "Now mom said that you have to drink up all of this nice Daddy!" The teacup smashed to the floor as Joan rushed to the bed where her father lay breathing heavily wit his eyelids half closed.
"Joan " he said in a barely audible whisper.
"It's alright Daddy. I'll get Doctor Jordan. Just hang in their Dad." She said as she began to walk to the door.
"No Joan." Her father said as firmly as he was able. "It's all over. I am going to die and I don't want to do alone waiting for a doctor who won't be able to do anything." He closed his eyes, exhausted by this speech.
"Daddy, don't say that. You'll you'll be fine. Don't leave me Daddy." Said Joan, struggling to keep her voice straight. She grabbed his hand and stared into his pale face.
"Joan " he gasped. "I want I want,"
"What Dad?" She whispered barely keeping back her tears.
"I want you you to have you birthday present early." He said. "It's It's in the closet. The keys hang hanging there by by my ties." He said trying and failing to point them out.
"A car? Oh oh thank you daddy!" She said trying to sound happy although tears were pouring down her face at an alarming rate. Mr. Tremble gave Joan a small smile.
"Your welcome dear. Come come here." Joan walked over to him. He struggled to sit up and succeeded. Joan hugged him, the tears coming faster as she realized that this would be the last time he would hold her comfort her.
"I love you dear." He said with his last breath. He fell back on the pillows.
"DADDY!" Joan screamed. "No no. Oh Daddy." She sobbed over his body. "I love you too Dad." She whispered.