I don't quit remember when it all started, was it when I called my college entrance exam for the third time, was it when I couldn't find a goal to achieve in my life, or was it when I found out about my father's enormous debt.

For me in all my life the only thing I can feel dependent on was my father he was my role model even though we weren't rich he didn't allow us to feel that we couldn't afford or the need of anything, my father was a merchant one that deals with antiques, and like all people dealing with the market it has it up and down ,but nothing was like the last three years ,at first it was the corona virus then the market was hit because of the war in two countries and third was the war in our own country. It hit us bad and the economy was at the lowest.

So all this pressure and responsibility, as I was the eldest son, really hit me hard so for the first time in my 25 years I knew I had to step up. But who knew that just after I started pulling my act together and moving in the right direction I found my self on the floor looking up unable to feel anything even though if someone would look at my body they would find it bleeding heavily,all because of a speeding car the came from nowhere.

So here I am alone on the street looking up reviewing my life that was playing in front of me like a movie as I watching it unfold I knew that my time has come, I wasn't really scared of death no what really made me afraid is the worry for my family,not knowing how will they coop or deal with their life ,that was all can think about as I close my eyes for the last time.