The air hung for like 10 minutes in the room with my mom just looking at us list in words.
My dad… I put him in all this all he could do is.


“I’m sorry” he pleased, but the deed is done, and the outcome of it will now be good at all, that is sure, I know.
“How..how could you” she stammered.
I’m sorry” he cried instead and kneel, “it’s devil work” he claimed.
“Sure it’s devil’s work” she said and storm out of tu room.


“See what you have caused, I don’t ought to live this life, I should kill myself, that would be at least better” dad said, all I could do is watch the tangled moments, what should I do? Have done wrong and my conscience is just telling me that.


Then we heard a screamed, a loud and berserk one.
It’s mom.


We quickly rushed out of the room to her, and we met her in an unexplainable moments, my mom is stumbling around the floor holding her stomach and a small bottle beside her.


What’s has happened
My mom has poisoned herself.
“Mooom! I yelled, why did she have to do this, we have the one that done wrong, my dad could not do anything, he is in shocked. Then my eyes caught a rough paper on the table. And the headline is…


“It’s my fault” .

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