My parent's temper would even decrease as he had always fluster them with his adorable presence and they would surprisingly be very patient with me and my sister. He was the beautiful change of our family, everything that's ordinary in our family turned to a wonderful one, he made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore, he made my family feel harmony again, he gave me a reason to want to stay happy, to be grateful and to stay strong. He was a shoulder for me to cry on, a hand for me to hold on to when in the verge of falling down, a source that keeps me alive and my happy place.
Though of course just like they say, what's beautiful and wonderful are like flowers. The good ones, the bests of bests, the extraordinary times, moments and memories, the pretty ones always leave this world faster than the ordinary, horrible and ugly ones. This I questioned my faith in Him back then, why does the good ones leaves first, why are they given a shorter life, less chance to live than the horrendous, monstrous ones. Why is it we, sinful souls, are given more time than the pure ones, that fact angered and saddened me. For his time spent with us was not as much as we need him, as I need him.
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His Goodbye
Short StoryJust a piece of my past c: "Everyone and everything will eventually die, their existence will sooner or later be gone, it's nothing to be remorse about. Or so I thought..."
