I lay there looking at my laptop. There as nothing fun except reading some of books online. My list of books is almost 1000 the once completed without counting the almost five hundred lying around in my room and the whole house, more like the ground floor.
Staying without anything to do like me is boring and without no one to talk to is more boring, double that to make it triple boring. I scroll finishing my book before I go to Google, I read a few things mostly on how to commit suicide before my mother enters my room and taps me showing me mouth and rubbing her stomach,she is terrible at sign language. I nodd and she lift me up placing me on my wheel chair of to the dining. There we find my father face down on the table looking like he is snoring. Now this is a normal day to day eating time in the house but we approach and he normally would raise his head which he doesn't.
Well, that makes me panic, even though it's not a major panic, but I still panick. I start taking back whatever I had said about him dying as my mother walks to him and taps him.after four five taps an still nothing, mama checks his vital and her face goes pale. Now this is terrible! I said to myself as sh walked around looking for her phone. When she finds it she frantically calls someone and I sit there watching.
Ten minutes later mama walks to the door and paramedics walks in behind her. I watch silently,not that my brain could allow me to say anything, as they try CPR and all type of resuscitation they know but nothing.
My third nightmare comes to reality when the paramedics turn to mama and I read his lips say"we are sorry ma'am, you husband is dead."
My mum start crying and all that goes through my brain is, why a week and a half before my twentieth birthday? Couldn't he had died a few months ago? Or at least waited a month after I celebrated it? He was being so unfair. But on the other hand, mama was less one burden. Only one more and soon enough it would be gone. That's is any of my plans worked.
I watch as my mother cry sadly,she must have loved the guy but all he did was eat, sleep and drink all the time. With my zero experience of love, I let my mother wail as the dead body is moved outside. There is nothing I could have done.it was for the best of all of us, but still he shouldn't have died a week and a half away from my birthday! That was just plain unfare. The guy just rested leaving me in a wheelchair and a wish to be in his place. So unfair