My plane finally landed in Nagasaki. Instead of my dad, my uncle was waiting for me at the airport. I got my suitcase hurriedly and walked to him. We exchanged brief greetings then walked straight to the car park. It was not a normal home coming. My uncle drove me straight to the hospital. There was not much time left. We arrived and took the lift to the floor where my dad’s room was. Everyone was there. My mum, my sister, my aunty and another uncle sat around dad’s bed, just waiting.