Now, it felt more like he was just feeling sorry for me.
Perhaps he even thought I was someone who only panics in the face of trouble.
But that was okay, wasn't it? Love often started with compassion.
Hand in hand, we walked towards the hospital room.
Maybe it wasn't the right moment to indulge in romantic musings, but I felt certain that my father would understand.
Five minutes later, I realized I didn't need his understanding at all！
I thought it might be a serious fall from a balcony, maybe even requiring intensive care.
It turned out the 'balcony' was on the first floor!
My dad was playing hero for a neighbor, trying to look cool. But he slipped and fell on the lawn.
His head injury was a mere scratch from a small stone—one that would have likely healed by itself had he arrived at the hospital any later.
My mom was pretty embarrassed. She was rubbing her hands and trying to smile as she explained, "The property manager didn't explain the situation clearly over the phone, and with all the neighbors there, I thought it was urgent and called you."
"..."
After four attempts to ask Caleb out and finally getting such a great opportunity today, my own parents had to go and spoil it!