A Happy day, it should be a happy day. But soon it would turn out different. How fast it can all be over, right? It's so unreal.
Oh Wait, I didn't introduced myself... I am Ancho. Ancho Dionne.
And I am Dead now. I died on a Monday, 11th October 2021.
And I'd like to tell you my and my Fathers story. Louis Dionne.
It all started on a Monday Morning. Family Dionne was outside sitting at the Breakfast table. Little Ancho decided to stand up and follow a cat on the bare and cold street. Unfortunately nobody saw it. They just kept on, on what they were doing. Ancho was so thrilled from this cat, he didn't even noticed this fucking truck.
Father Louis noticed the bare space where his little boy should have been. But he wasn't there. He saw the Truck and Ancho.
He had to watch how Anchos little body was crushed by the Truck.
Louis ran to him. Holding his poor little boy in his arms. Screaming out his lungs. Screaming him to come back. Tears soaking his cheeks.
I'll see you on the other side but I'd kill to bring you back tonight. Don't give up, Don't let go. I'll make this right.
Louis standing in front of the children's casket. Emptiness and pain was seeing in his eyes. He was chocking on every word he said. Behind him the Family still and crying.
Later at Night Louis completely lost his mind. He needed his son. His little boy.
Footsteps on the sand under which the people rested. A shovel in his hands.
He took his son out of the casket. And again he held him in his arms.
Louis smiled for the first time after the accident. He smiled at his pale and dead son and stroked softly his cheek. He was with Ancho. Again. Louis was happy.
