"Dad died" how abstract is it that those two simple words could have such a large impact on the rest of my life, changing me, effecting me. Those were the only two words my brother said before hanging up on the phone, the last two words I could remember echoing through my mind, I could not get them to stop, forcing me to drown in a pool of my own tears. I did not know what to do. Where to go. My mind was a maze and I was lost, there was no exit. I just want to have awnsers.
