The Cure (short story)

“Run…!” Those were the last words that I heard from my father’s mouth. I knew that I shouldn’t have left him there in that church that I should have done something more to help him. I could have done something but he made me promise, why did he have to make me promise? I was the man now, at the mere age of nine I was the man of the family. My father always told me that if anything were to happen to him that I had to take care of my family, make sure they were safe. He made me promise to put them first, and so I did.