My trauma!

We all have some heartbreaking, sorrowful, heartrending moments that brings clear salty solution from eyes known as tears. I consider myself to be very strong emotionally not easily attached to anyone as i know everything in life has a time-bound. But theoretical frameworks should be implemented to prove but i failed to prove as i had an emotional burst out even after making myself very strong.

In the mid of march 2016 my father had a  severe stomach flu we consulted the hospitals and it turned out to be third stage of "stomach cancer".All family members were in severe trauma my mother was in vexation but even after knowing such news as the eldest son of the house, I had a mature and very strong mental disposition as I could take the news with mature conduct though having some distress deep inside I acted very normal and strong. We use to spend days in hospital which never happened in our lifetime and all about hospitals and stuff was all new to us. My mother used to spend months taking care of my father in hospitals and my sister and i were taken care by my grandparents. Thankfully we both were at an age where we could stand out for the situation and handle most of tough situations. I used to notice my grandmother,mother and sometimes my grandfather bursting out their emotional trauma but i never had one because i was strong and i was optimistic about my father's recovery. My sister being 15 always shared her distress as i was the only one who could hear her plead but i manged her innocence with patience though i had tough times when she had eating disorder and always use to sulk for simple issues. But no day i had emotional bursts.
It was 2017 and ,i completed my exams and was back to look after my father without any second thought.I remember the day before my father's surgery I was next to him my mother who had a sleepless night went to take a quick nap and I was the only one in the hospital room peeling oranges to feed my father there comes a nurse with a low voice "get ready" I was amazed and replied, "get ready for what?"
"surgery" the nurse replied.
my father and I were amazed as the operation was a day early without any intimation. The nurse hurried as saying "the doctor is waiting".I was the only person with my father.
The only moment i cried in the whole trauma was leaving my father into the operation theatre all alone with the hospital staff. I'm pretty sure i can never forget his eyes and the way he looked at me.

Thankfully he's back but nothing can bring me out of that moment which i can never forget.