Burden of my Life
Thanks to Jim
Many years ago, I was a living at the obscure little residential estate, and the events that I am about to relate to you have never been brought up in my family, until my father’s death.
12 years ago, my family of 5 was about to grow bigger, my mother was pregnant with her 4th child, she was 48 at that time. My family took the news well, but everyone was concerned of her health as complications were not uncommon for expecting women her age. My father insisted that she take good care of herself, even to the extent of telling her that her health came first, the baby’s second, this led us to believe that the pregnancy was an accident, and that my father blamed himself.
Around the 7th month of my mother’s pregnancy, I was sleeping in my room when I heard whispers, soft whispers that seemed to come from the room opposite of mine, my parent’s room, a manç—´ rough voice. I thought it was my dad… I woke up with a jolt; I couldn’t make out any of the words, and all I could think of was to go to check it out. So I made my way to their room, all this while, the whispers were growing louder and louder, building up to a roar as I stood right outside their door… My mind was screaming at me that there was something VERY wrong here, without knowing why, I was frozen with fear, but I threw the door open anyway… Until today, I wish I had never done so…


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