Dad just got run over by a car.
He overcame the limit of alcohol that his blood could bear, also he lost consiousness four times while he walked down the street. I didn't cry.
Four months later, the nurses finally lost his pulse. Mom and I pretend to be sad, nobody really cared about him anymore.
And I ask myself.
Whose life passed before his eyes?
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Twenty One
Short StoryWhen my mother was pregnant of me I wonder if she hoped, as so many mothers do, that her baby boy grow up to be just like his father.
