“On the day my father died I was alone in the apartment we lived in, while everyone was out mourning at my uncles, I stayed home because I didn’t want to people to stare at me sobbing. Anyways, I’m in the living room and I hear foot steps in my mother’s room that has a balcony, I straight up hear the balcony door open so now I’m like sobbing and shouting asking who’s there, I go check it out and there’s no one there except a strong smell of tobacco in the room, my father used to smoke on the balcony.”
“Never told anyone about it and just kept it for myself, later learned my mother got blamed for my dad’s death (even though they loved each other since they were teens and my dad was simply a victim of cancer) and a massive brawl broke out, so I just thought of it as my dad coming home because he couldn’t be bothered to hear people arguing.” -@kinderbueno
