Chapter 1: You are not here for a sad story
So this is the end!
It came faster than I thought it would be. At the age of 29! Who the hell dies on 29? Sorry I am not trying to be a hater but I didn’t think I would be one of those sad people that would die quite early. But here we are.
In the bed of a cancer institute suffering from gall bladder cancer. The doctors didn’t give much time and said I would live for 1 year at max. My mother had it and died on year ago and now I have it. Supposedly it ran in the family, or something of that sort.
Though my grandparents never gave that indication but one of my uncle did. Well anyways, fast forward those few months and after constant suffering and torture I knew the day which would be the last.
I felt bad from my father. Now he would be all alone.
"Aric, it will be fine and take care of your father." My mother had said before her fires of life went out. I had never seen my father cry but that night when we came back home after performing the rites, I heard him sob for the first time.
In a heart wrenching way. Of course, I was a mess from before. My reports arrived after we performed the rites and as expected it didn’t look good for me. We saw our options and honestly there was almost no chance of me recovering.
My parents weren’t very rich and my father had poured almost all of our savings in making my mother have a more comfortable life. Many might think I am emotionless at times, but I always thought logically and had been readied myself for the death of my mother. My own upcoming death was what surprised me a lot and I made my father promise not to spend money on my well being.
My father at the beginning wasn’t ready to listen to me but I somehow managed to make him promise me that he wouldn’t spend money on me. Over the last 2 years, dad sold away the land on which he did farming. The land wasn’t big or some kind of huge ranch owner.