“Dad, Please Don’t Leave Us. DDaaaaaad!”

Those 9.7 minutes was when my heartbeat was 157

It was a similar day. Our whole family was together. We laughed, we enjoyed our quality time. It was the 1st of October, 2020.

At night, everything was going normal. Me and my siblings were watching our favourite TV show from the couch. We were done eating early today. My mom and dad were eating in the other room.

My elder sister was peeling pomegranate while watching TV. My younger brother was laughing at the joke made by the protagonist of the show. My younger sister was laughing along with him. I was excited to learn something new to apply it in my next blog post tomorrow.

Dad was done eating and came to this room. Mom was in the kitchen…

There was silence everywhere. The TV too got silent due to a copyrighted song being played at that moment. It was 2.13 a.m.

“Aah, aaah,” we thought it was from the TV.

“Aaaaahhh,” now we could sense it was from our right side. We turned around to see both of dad’s palm on his chest. He was sitting on his bed.

I got senseless. My elder sister forced out of the couch by pushing off everything. All the pomegranate was spread over, like rain. I thought it was blood. Coming out from dad’s mouth. My feet got numb and I sweated with dread.

I was conscious again. My elder sister let dad lie down and shouted: “Bring his sprayyyy.”