'What the heck are you talking about?' I ask fist-clenching with anger. ' you do not even deserve to mention her and here you are accusing me of something so hideous? you have no idea what you're talking about. you have no right to speak like that. she wasn't just a person who died. she was my best friend. she was family to me. but I guess you could never know what it means for someone to be family, because after I look at you. you're going to die a lonely and miserable there. and I hope when that happens, your body is eaten by vultures, and your spirit is tormented to Eternity.'
perhaps cursing was not something that I did very often or insulting people like my father. but he deserved it. he deserves every single word. I wasn't going to reverse anything. I wish every single thing that has come out of my mouth. because this man has no reflexes. he doesn't allow himself to think through anything before he says or does it.
