I hadn’t been picked up from my job today, I was still to young to drive, but not too young to work. I called my mother, asking her if she could come pick me up. We figured that my father got stuck at work and couldn’t answer the phone. Little did we know; Fate took a different path.
We walked up the walkway to our house, I was heading in to go take a shower and then start my homework. My mother unlocks the door, and we went to go in. I was looking away at this point, saying hello to a friend. My mother dropped the keys and shrieked in fear, “OH MY GOODNESS!”, covering her mouth. I look in, and I couldn’t believe what I just saw. My father, hanging there, by a rope strung to a pole on the ceiling, dangling. Lifeless.
I couldn’t believe he’d do that to us, his family of 4. He loved us dearly, but I guess he was sick. I guess he didn’t know what to do. This is the last time I will let anyone down, including myself. I’m sorry you did this to yourself, and us. I’m deeply, deeply sorry.