Part4: What happened?

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Uncle Vince inclined his back at the couch while recalling and telling to Andrew about the tragedic thing happened to his family.

""In my couch at the station before, I was drinking coffee that day, and a loud bang interrupted me, as I look questioningly at the officer who just entered my office.

"S-s-s-s-s-i-si-si-sir" he stuttered as sweats flows down his face.

"What happened?" I ask him in a calm but puzzled voice.

"Sir, you-you-yo-your daug-g-ghter." he again stuttered and I was angered by his action especially when I heard the word your daughter. I stood up and furiously shouted at him.

"What happened to my daughter?!!"

"Sir,your daughter was killed by a group of NPAs who rade your house this morning." He told me at a one go.

Then, there I was strucked and when everything sinks into my mind I immediately leave the station and rushed back to our home seeing my daughter's murdered body lying on the floor.

"waaaaaaaaahhhh.."

Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks.Tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam.

I cried aloud while hugging my daughter, wishing that she will hear me out and open her eyes. But not all the time, things are infavored with us.
I loss my only child, the daughter whom I really love just because of the people who don't care for anything but only to kill innocent ones. She is my daughter, a beautiful lovely cheerful girl. She loves to play piano as how I and her mother plays.

Her mother died as soon as our daughter came out into this world because her mother didn't made it due to her illness. But, she grew up as a kind and jolly kid. She always wears her 1M worth of smile. Every after her class, she immediately come home and play the piano of our favorite melody, but everything ended because of irresponsiveness. I blame myself for what happened to my daughter, but I know she won't be happy if I will not continue living for our memories.""

"Andrew, my life is so lonely, until the time you came. You are just like her. a musically inclined teen." Andrew moved closer and holds his hands.

"Uncle, we are strong men, we must continue to live for our loved ones, I'm still happy that I met Karen, even if it is only in my imaginations, but she always makes me smile and makes me wonder how life is really good." I responded in a solemn voice even if the things he told me is hard to absorb.

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