I remember waking up at seven something and I was confused.
Why mom don’t wake me and my brother up, we were suppose to go to school.
We changed and walked down stairs.
Something is wrong, the furnitures weren’t there.
There is relatives in my house and their face expression is weird.
I knew something is wrong. I knew it.
I asked, but nobody answer me.
I asked again, and my grandmother told me something that will changed my life forever.
My dad died.
Not pass away, but died.
Too harsh for me, and I couldn’t take it till this very second.