chapter 1

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I see my father on a black chair tears rolling down from his eyes with a tissue paper on his right hand, I feel sad that the reason for those tears are because of my fault.

I walked slowly to his side and put my arm on his shoulder, he slowly lifts his heads and gives me a fake but strong smile.

"you know everything is going to be okay, right?" he asked me as a tear rolled down his eye.

I know he wants to make me feel better but I don't, I mean who will feel better when they detect you stomach cancer stage 3.

"I know father" I said giving him a smile "I will get better"

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