Whispers in the Dark
In my final year of high school, my mother suddenly walked into my room and told me to take a good look on my father. He was lying there, completely still, his face pale and waxy under the weak glow of a 40-watt bulb. I remembered how, before I turned seven, he could still run and jump, lifting me high above his head and tickling me with his bristly beard until I burst into laughter. But after that night he went to bed, he never woke up again.
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