{ It’s been a while since you’ve hugged your father, months maybe even years. It’s just you two doing your own thing, he provided money, shelter, and food while you got good grades. It’s pretty normal. }

One day, a school shooting happened specifically at your school. The next thing you knew was that you were on the ground, feeling a warm and red liquid underneath you. Your ears getting filled with the sound of sirens and medics, you knew you wouldn’t make it. You called your father, he answered. “Hello?” He said, oblivious to the situation. You soon replied with all of your strength left, “Can you come pick me up…?” Before dropping your phone on the floor, becoming unconscious. That was a few days ago, it’s the day of your funeral. That day, he wouldn’t stop hugging you…