AGE-
THIRTY-FIVE
AGE OF
PEACE
My mother
happily departed in her sleep. It came as a shock to me but unlike my twenties,
I have matured into dealing with situations like this. My mother had pestered
me to get married and I gave in. I took over the business from my mother and
asked her to retire a few years back. I married my mother's close friend's
daughter. It was an arraigned one, which is quite common in rich people circle.
It took me time to get to know her and we hit off instantly. Even though we are
rich and can hire the best chef in the world. She insisted on cooking for me
and slowly by slowly even I started to help her. I never knew chopping onions
were so traumatizing and she would make fun of me every time. I enjoy cooking
with her and the food that we make together taste better than any five-star
hotel. We both work as partners for the same company and most of the time we
will travel together and work together. The downfall is that sometime our work
gets into our personal life but we always somehow manage to get past it. but
after a few years a light came to me, my wife was pregnant. My wife decided to
quit and live as a housewife, I did not know if it was the hormones or well
thought out decision. I decided to support her and I quit my job as well. It is
not like I need to make more money, I decided to do other stuff where I don't
have to be distant from my family. Even though my mother's death was a shock, I
could not be phased because I subconsciously loved my unborn child. At the end
of the third trimester my beautiful daughter was born. It was a feeling that
cannot be put to words when I first saw her. I got a huge shiver from my arms
to my head, I stood there staring at her face as I felt like she was glowing
like a star and when the nurse gave me my beautiful star to my arms, I felt
heap of anxiety that I will drop her, as she was very delicate, in that moment,
I felt like I have evolved into someone else.
After a
few days I noticed something wrong with my wife. And after keeping a close eye
on her I instantly knew she was going through postpartum depression. The
experiences from taking care of my mother let me predict a few signs of
depression and after consulting a doctor and a few medications, she was back to
normal. But as time passed by problems started to erupt between us, and I felt
like we are drifting apart from each other and only things that is holding us
is the respect and small fire between us. I finally understood what my mom was
going through her divorce. But as always, we found a way to get past it and
break our ego for our daughter. I had started stealing again to get the stress
of the issues with my wife to be relieved. I hired a best people for the job
and started an organization which steals valuable stuff and sells them off the
black market. The money was very good but that never mattered even once. I made
an organization because the police were getting on to me. So, I had to steal
other things and sell them so they would go after the buyers and even if I am
caught, I could I say I bought the items of a person who came to my house with
a catalogue and stuff. That's my lawyers job anyway, I don't pay him to send me
to jail, I pay him to let me do anything I want in this world. As time passed
by, my organization grew heavily that I cannot control it and new partners have
emerged as a major player. I had no option to quit as it was getting to much
risky, which was not in my comfort zone.
AGE- SIXTY
AGE OF HEALTH
This is my current age. My wife died a few years back, it was not shocking like my mother. People start to accept the face of death after a certain age, which is quite normal. My daughter married of to a handsome gentleman. I have completed all my responsibilities and now is waiting for death as I am very close. One day I was watching the news when I heard about this manuscript and I instantly knew I should steal it. the organization I had created grew so big that; they were a menace to the society. But as the founder I have the authority to ask for any favor free of charge. I asked them to steal this manuscript and they delivered. As I write this in pain that I still regret what I did in the hospital and now the organization I have created. So, I shall end it with my own hands, after my death this book will be delivered to a charming young woman, who I know will not disappoint me. As I only have days to live, I shall pass on my last retribution to her and ask her to take care of the mess I created.