He came home earlier than usual, but I was distracted by my toys.
He walked up to me and brought my hair into a mess with his hands.
"Hello, my boy! What are you doing?" He asked me while I was playing.
"Daddy Daddy, look what Uncle gifted me! This is the hero, and this is the villain. I love the hero; he is good and helps people, but the villain is very evil. I want to be like the hero because I want to help people, and I want to make them happy."
He shook his head and laughed: "Oh, my little boy, do you know why our surname is Hades?"
"Wasn't he a Greek god or something like that, Daddy?" I am very curious.
"Yes, you're right, my son, but let me tell you the story," he says with a caring smile.
"Yes, Daddy, I love stories!" I yelled excitedly.
"Once upon a time, in ancient Greece, there was a powerful god named Hades. He ruled the underworld, a place where spirits of the dead resided. Hades wore a magical helmet that made him invisible, and his loyal three-headed dog, Cerberus, guarded the gates. Despite being seen as a villain, Hades had a vital role in maintaining order in the underworld."
I was listening fully concentrated to his story because I always loved stories.
"So, my son, what does this story teach us?" My father asks me to check if I listened carefully.
"This story teaches us that sometimes even those seen as villains have important roles and aren't always as bad as they seem." I answered quickly.
After some time, the nurse, who took care of my sick mother, came in, but her facial expression was very sad.
The nurse started stammering when she told my father what happened.
"Mr.Hades... your Wife... She has passed away."
My smile faded fast, and I didn't believe what she said, "Daddy, is that true?".
But my father didn't reply; his face was as pale as the wall, and tears were rolling down his cheeks.
