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The house that once used to be my wretched father's house looks so different. This means years have passed. It is then that realization hits me, I was buried alive by my father. I am a helpless soul now.
I woke up again, but I felt myself covered and engulfed in darkness. My body and eyes hurt so bad. Suddenly, I feel so light. I could not feel my body, but I heard a sound so familiar and realized it was Parritta, a Buddhist chanting my Mum listened to so often that I knew it by heart. Once the verse was completed, I was lifted up. I was a ball of light. What ?
At that instant, I thought of my father. I found him with another potential victim. I knew I could do something. He accidentally injects the lethal drug into himself. I have avenged my birth mother's death now. May you burn in the everlasting fire, father I never had and wish I never met.
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