Prolouge
Rain was sliding down my cheek. His face seemed soft almost as if he was sleeping. I could not remember one day I saw his face as peaceful as now. But that was not surprising. I felt the raindrops splashing on my head as I stood there in front of his coffin. My face blank as I studied him, not beliving he was dead. I didn't even know how I should feel. All my memories with him came back and one single tear slid down my cheek, mixing with the pouring rain. He didn't deserve more. My wet hair flowing with the wind as I turned around without a single glance back, thinking that I might not ever come to see his grave. The one who tortured me for years laying feets under the ground. My father.
