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The celebrations were almost ending, as my father and my mother walked to my side and began to pet me and kiss me while hugging me, my mother had not been drinking alcohol, but my father was reeking in alcohol and was laughing and smiling all the time.
"My son is the best!" he laughed. "I love you so much, my little boy!"
"Come on, dear, you got drunk again… Look at you, you're all red now." Laughed my mother. "Hahaha!"
"Hic… Ahh… Hehe… My precious wife! I love you so much too…" he said again. "I am happy…" My father suddenly rested over the table.
"W-When I get back to full health…" he sighed. "I swear I am catching a big game…"
"Ahaha, it is fine, father. I am glad you're happy…" I said. "Don't worry about things and slowly recover at your own pace."
"Sniff… My son is so nice…" he cried. "I don't deserve such a talented young man…"
