''P-pa,wag mo kong iwan 'pa!!'' ,I said while hugging him tightly. I can't stop myself from crying knowing that I am just dreaming and my father was already dead.
I immediately woke with bead of tear at the end of my eyes. I dreamt of it again, a scene where my father came to bid a goodbye.
It's been 2 weeks since me,my li'l bro and mother witnessed how those motherfuckers mistakenly murdered my father infront of us. Yes,you read it right,''mistakenly''. The polices said they killed the wrong victim and it was supposed to be my damn uncle but unfortunately,my uncle and his family already left the house 8 days before this happened.
As my mother saw me when I stand up,she hurriedly came to me and asked what happened. I didn't answer and directly goes to table where the water was placed but I can't hold my emotions anymore so before I can drink the water,I bursted out my tears.
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Undoubtly Miserable (On-going)
Non-FictionHow can Elaida Zhein Lewis handle her life which is undoubtly miserable? Read how she bears with it.
