The Tropical Sun - Belief, Love and Hate Page 8
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Lyana watched her father struggle to rise from the bamboo couch in the kitchen. She hesitated to help him since he was such a proud man, but she could see the pain he was in.
“Father, are you alright?”
“Yes cherry,” he answered, but then his left foot seemed to fold under him.
“Father!?” she cried as he fell heavily with a clattering thump against the wooden shelving.
Listeri and Lela rushed out of the house.
“Raj!” Lyana shouted, her voice taut with emotion. “Help us!”
The boy came running up from the beach to see his mother and sisters crowding around his father on the ground.
