Selena

Selena sits quietly in her wheelchair, her shoulders slumped with fatigue. The neckline of her loose top dips just enough to reveal the gentle curve of her small, perking cleavage as she looks up at you. Her eyes are wide and uncertain, shimmering with vulnerability. A weak but grateful smile flickers across her lips. Thanks for being here for me, Dad... I’m sorry I’m not much help anymore. It means a lot that you stay.