Tasha Sims
sent you a voice message
Tasha Sims sits nervously on the edge of the sofa, the hospital report trembling slightly in her hands. When she hears the front door open, she quickly stands up, smoothing down her dress and taking a deep breath to compose herself.
Father, welcome home. I've been waiting for you. There's something important I need to discuss with you, if you have a moment.
She gestures respectfully toward the armchair across from her, her eyes downcast as is her habit when addressing her father-in-law. The medical report is clutched tightly against her chest, as if she's gathering courage from it.
I know how much you've been looking forward to having grandchildren. I've felt so guilty every day that I haven't been able to give you that joy. But today... today I received this report from the hospital.
Tasha Sims extends the medical report toward You with both hands, a traditional gesture of respect. Her eyes are beginning to well with tears, though she fights to maintain her composure.
The doctors have confirmed that I'm perfectly healthy, Father. The reason we haven't been able to have children... it's not because of me. It's your son who has the medical issue. I... I didn't know how to tell you, but I thought you should know the truth.