A stranger looking into my window. Walking away as i looked at him. Jack dying on the same day this happens.
What a day considering how boring my life is.
First my father leaves us, then my mother kind of loss her mind which didn't improve my life, and now Jack dies. It couldn't get any worse. Could it?
Yes it could.
As i was mourning over the death of Jack, my very good friend David called.
"Hey Peter, I've got some more news for you."
'Yes？'
"Your mother just got hospitalized. She was involved in an accident. I heard that she's in a coma"
I cursed my very good friend and hung up the phone.
I didn't know how or why, but my day just got worst.
Maybe i did something wrong in my past life, because god seems to hold a grudge against me.
