Josceline had be holding back tears all morning, the burning of the little tear drops behind her eyes was becoming unbearable. She loved her father so much and it pained her to see him like this but she could not cry in front of him, not now. He was dying; she wanted to give him strength like he had done for her when she was sick as a child or had gotten a cut from falling in the rose bushes outside. She loved her father.<br/><br/>â€œMy dear Josceline,â€ her fatherâ€™s voice came out  in a weak whisper.  â€œDo not look so upset my child. Smile for me? I love seeing your smile.â€ Josceline looked down at her father and could not help but smile. He was such a silly old man. But whyâ€™d this have to happen to him? A single tear threaten to roll onto her face.<span style="font-style: italic"> No,</span>she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">not now! </span>