UNMASKING THE MONSTER, FINDING PEACE.

_HE WAS DEAD_
The man I knew as my father, the man I grew up to be in a love hate-relationship with. This left me with mixed emotions, sadness, pity and hatred.
He was lying down there, still, not breathing, not talking, not moving
Maybe he was just unconscious, maybe the cold or alcohol got to him.

My mom made me pay this visit, she asked me to go check up on him and send my regards two nights ago, after we had a heated argument about my dad, but I was so caught up with my project work…
I didn’t just go to check up on him like my mom suggested, I went to make amends, I had set my heart that I was going to do that.
My mom had raised me mostly alone and I was used to his absence. My dad was in and out of the city but moved back few months ago, came to the house and told me that this would be the very last time he was on and off in my life. I didn’t know how to react, it felt surreal
I had my dad back but this time around, I was already used to his absence, the l…

My first short story here, please engage🙏
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