Hiii, how are you? I'm Madison, but my friends call me Madi, I'm 14 years old, but although it seems that the story is about me, it is about my father, since my mother died in that accident ... it brings back terrible memories :(, we are more united than ever, we take care of each other and protect each other. Before going to sleep he always tells me some incredible stories, I like to think that they happened to him. Among them there was one that called me a lot the attention and it will mark me forever, I am going to share it with you ... I am very generous:) ...
Well I start, I don't roll more. It all started in the beautiful Great Britain, United Kingdom hovering around the year 1989, the night darkened the city and the lightning flashed in it. My father, who by the way is named Will, was 19 years old and worked as a bricklayer in a major construction, with a couple of his friends, Tom and Liam. They were impatient to finish the work they were building because the next day they had a concert in which their favorite groups participated. They were in such a hurry to finish the work, that they didn't even bother to put on the necessary protections, big mustakeeee but at that moment they didn't care ...
- Will was on top of a scaffold over 7 meters high. Everything was going well or so they thought, until a majestic thunder sounded, it rumbled so loud that my father, shocked by such a noise, slipped and descended, remaining unconscious on the cold asphalt. He saw a light and not just any light, but a light as bright as a thousand shooting stars, he pushed himself to reach it, when in the end he succeeded, he could observe a fateful episode where the protagonist was his lifeless body full of bruises, wounds and too much carmine liquid. He kept repeating himself puzzled and stunned: It can't be, I'm dead!
-William returned to his house to see how his parents and his little sister, Emily, were, leaving aside a crowd of people surrounding his body thrown from him and several ambulances making several attempts in vain to revive him. All the members of his family, crying, ran out of the house when they heard the horrible news. Will from behind that horrible scene, watching, knowing that he would never be able to give them a hug again, he burst into tears.After about 10 min, my father noticed a somewhat cold caress on his right shoulder, he turned around and saw someone with a ghostly presence that was somewhat familiar to him, it was his uncle John who died from a leak in the oxygen cylinder while he was a miner in the general mines of Great Britain. It was a long time since he had seen him, when he died, my father was only 6 and a half years old, but he still remembers the colorful bracelet that he gave him the week before he passed away. He was very relieved to be with someone so close to him. But even so, he continued crying and worried without finishing assimilating it, his uncle reassured him and told him not to worry because he knew of some sorcerers who could help him return home. Will decided to follow him, knowing that with him he had much more hope of getting back to his family. They walked for hours until they reached a hill that interrupted their path, his uncle told him to close his eyes and concentrate on crossing it, then to walk towards it and thus he would get through it, William looked at his uncle confused and he answered him smiling, he followed in his uncle's footsteps and managed to pass. His uncle followed behind him; Will understood that that immense hill was really a strange and dark hiding place, the only lights that illuminated the room were three quite worn candles, there were five spirits with defined appearance, they had a serious expression, but still did not transmit fear. His uncle John explained to him that they would help him return to his home, but on the condition that he was more prudent, he also told him to make good use of this second chance. He accepted while he thanked his uncle and the mysterious spirits for giving him the opportunity to live again and reconsider his mistakes. Before leaving he gave his uncle a big hug.
- One of the spirits gently took her hand and placed it near the 3 candles, on top of a bright stone with bluish tones, during this process she had time to detail that mysterious place, she noticed that there were several old photos, half-made animal skins and spells, there were all kinds of strange ingredients, pulling me out of its rain of uncertainty, a spirit recited some captivating whispers, felt a tingling that ran through his body.
- When he returned it was as if none of this had happened, he was in his room on the bed with a headache, he got up and thought for a few seconds, he heard as if someone called him, it was his parents who told him that the food was already she was ready, William ran to hug his parents and his little sister tightly. They, surprised, smiled and continued eating quietly. William couldn't quite believe everything he had experienced and how lucky he was. Will decided to think that what happened was a miracle, he managed to live safe and sound with his family, he was able to enjoy the concert with Tom and Liam and it was a success.
- Some time later she went camping with several friends near the immense hill and when she was there sad memories came to her head but also happy thoughts, since thanks to her and her dear Uncle John, she managed to come back to life. My father's mindset changed completely and from that moment on he valued every magnificent moment of his life so much more.
And this is the story of my father, I hope you liked it ... Goodbye many kisses.The END
HELLO MY LOVES !! I love this story and I hope you do too. I did it a few years ago and I felt very proud, until I dared to publish it, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I SEND YOU MANY YELLOW KISSES 💛
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