The Tears

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        It's been a month now that my father has been living with us, he's always complaining about how he misses home. We tried convincing him that that life was over, but now it's too late. Around 3am I heard cries of fear, it was my father, he's been having dreams and waking up screaming. That's when I hear something different, my mother, I hear her cries coming from the room. I hear footsteps coming out from the room. They're heavy, they must be my fathers. I walk out of my room to see what happened. My father is nowhere to be seen, I see my mother in the kitchen, she's on the phone with someone. Crying like it's the last time she's able to cry. I look into my mother's room. My father lies in the bed, his eyes open. Not moving at all.

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