Anger and hatred filled my innocent heart as I starred at his picture .A cold drop of water dripped down my cheek as my eyes filled with tears .My creator,my mentor,my joy, my protector,my father.....
"WHYY!!! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU"
I screeched on top of my lungs.
"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!"
I can't remember the voice of my father but I remember his words.
"Do not cry for me,celebrate my death,how can I rest in peace if all I see is tears on my daughter's face"
I stand up and wipe my tears,I kiss my father's forehead for the last time and I cover his photo in a soft clean plain white cloth .The rooms echoed as I stepped the emptiness lied not only in me but also my father's property as it mourned his death .After my father died everything was left in my name I auctioned all of his belongings,the entire house was empty with only my father's picture on the wall .I kept nothing of my father,only his name.
I said goodbye to my village because I didn't think I would've ever return......
YOU ARE READING
Mr. Smith
Mystery / ThrillerBecca lives in a small town in the Countryside with her grandma without a job Becca decides to teach at Williams's private learning excellence centre. There she'll find strange occurrences and finds out the truth of the high school.
