Am I dead?
That makes no sense at all.
I can still hear my self.
What is that light.
So it was true .
The light at the end of the tunnel so I
am really dead.
My life was miserable to start with. It to end wasn't that
bad.
I am still wondering if I should have chosen a different path.
I wanted to be a Mangaka as a kid.
I was pretty talented.
But still I was not near as good as my best friend John.
I never was called by my name Paul.
I always was young man, boy, dude or how my boss called me shorty.
I was 5,5 foot tall not that short at all.
Man this is boring.
How long dos it take till I am.. wait.
Why does it go down don`'t tell me I am going to hell.
I was good man always prayed before I ate and all for nothing.
I am honest I would like to have a new chance.
I heard of some religions having the concept of reincarnation.
I loved to read novels about that topic.
I always read them in my breaks in school and later at work.
Finally after 3 hours of despair I finally reached the end. I will need to
accept my life in hell.
Why is everything so blurry. I can't see what's in front me.
Huh huh …
Oh finally I can see a little bit better.
Tap tap tap.
Where is my mother
Who is speaking?
a man's voice for sure is this a world where man birth.
Fortunately it isn't I am not saying I am against it but that would be weird.
My dad is a tall man about 6 foot tall. He has brown short hair and a
gentle face.
He has a fantasy outfit, is he some kind of cosplayer?
Her has light leather armour on breast and thighs. He has a wool sleeve and a
comfortable pair of trousers.
My mother.. I don't know.
She stabbed my dad in the back as she ran away same as my
wife.
Still mine wasn't that harsh.
But still my dad smiled.
I did not assume my dad ra..ed my my mum and than kept her nine months in his basement.
He didn't seem like that kind of a person.
He was a warm person, his body was slender and had near to no muscles.
He seemed like the guy you see in the library everyday.
As for my first day my dad looked happy.
But still he never left and always was at my side.
I wonder if my mum would ever come back.
I hope she didn't go get milk like some dad's did in my country.
A prime example was my best friend dad.
His dad left him when he was four.
My dad spoke a language unfamiliar.
I hoped it was some dialect and he would live in an English speaking country.
The house we lived in had no electricity and no internet.
It was a small 6 meter building and it was out of wood and some stone.
It had 3 rooms. 1 Bedroom , 1 library and a living room.
My dad always talked with me and I was able to learn some of the language when I was 6 moths old there is a word I think it means dad.
It was "dadu".
I wanted to say it as my first word.
"Dadu" I said, my dad looked at me almost crying.
Was he so proud of me or did I say something wrong.
I think it didn't meant dad it maybe meant mum.
I realized..
I felt more guilt then, in front of my family saying that I got fired. I felt
miserable.
1 week later and everything was right .
He was never angry.
I liked that about him