"What are you going to do if I die?"
Several times a day, I always hear this rant from my papa and it wasn't the best time to hear it in the morning when the sun is still rising.
I shook my head and grab my stuff, and pick my shoes on the rack so I could leave the house immediately. As I waited on the porch, my mama hurriedly put my little brother's bag in the car.
I checked my phone and it's fifteen minutes before turning to seven in the morning. I guess, my brother's gonna be late a bit for school.
It was a long ride even it's just a mile away from school. Maybe because I've got into my papa's nerve early in the morning. He was mad or maybe disappointed. ( Though he was always been disappointed) The business is completely rising quickly, even we're still months open. It was kind of scary, and ridiculous to be honest. I always thought if you're going to have a business it will take months to years before you see drastic improvements. But, why does it only take three months but I could see how fast everything is. It was scary, but I tried to hide it in the back of my mind. No need to worry, I said to myself. Maybe, we just got lucky. Beginner's luck eh?
It was a long reverie until I hear the car's door close and saw my mama and brother going into his school. I glance at papa, and he was having a deep sigh.
"Marrian, what are you going to do with your life? Do you want to be lazy forever? What are you going to do if I die?"
I was silent.
I was hesitant to answer.
But, if I only know that his giving me signs that it will come true sooner, I could grip myself harder to focus and do something about my life.
I was screaming.
Endlessly.
As if I was thrown a bucket of cold water.
My sense becomes dull for a moment.
"Marrian, I need you to calm down."
"Please, try to calm down as possible."
"Your papa was shot. He was dead."
YOU ARE READING
A story for my fallen father
Short StoryI made this short story to remember how lucky I am to have my father and unlucky I am to lose him miserably. It was a tragedy for my family. It's been a year since then, we're suffering and still seeking justice my papa never had. I missed you papa...
