It is funny and creepy when I have to sit here to mourn for my father's death and I know nothing about it. I mean not even a hint on how and when he died, all I can remember is me waking up on a hospital bed surrounded by my aunties telling me that I have to take heart and all that consoling words that they think will help me feel better, but it's not all I want to know is that reason behind their looks I feel like they are hiding something deadly from me. And that has to do with me if not then someone should speak up. Me not remembering anything about the day he died is not normal, I need answers.
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The monster in me.
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