"Mr. Blevins, I'm sorry, but Mrs. Blevins didn't make it. Would you mind giving it a minute?" the doctor asked my father. She wanted to name her Khadija.
My mother was my dad's first kiss, his love, and they took each other's virginity, so I knew her dying during my birth was very hard for him. But he did everything he could to ensure I had everything I needed.
The house we lived in was nice, and I had a nice car, but I didn't want to feel like I was using my dad so I took on a part-time job since I was in school at the time, but I had just graduated like 3 months ago, so I could go full time if I wanted. As I said, I don't need to work, but I wanted to because I hated the whole spoiled mindset.
I was humbled and my father always said I was the same as my mother. Sometimes, I would think to myself how it would be if I met my mother, even though I didn't she was humble and worked hard. During one of those moments, I heard gunshots and ran downstairs to see my father lying on the ground with blood coming out of his mouth.
I realized that my father had just killed himself. The last thing I heard him say was, "I'll go back home to your mother/my soulmate.".
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ik this was very deep for the first chapter but it gets better I promise-𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓎💕
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