The Game of Life

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       I was child about 9 years of age. I was a very naive child. My family was calm and mellow. Everything was organized, settled and we've all seem satisfied with our lives.
       I personally never got to experience the social, always "free" life as I described it. I was a rather happy child for those years..but little did I know I was the audience my family acted in front of, and I never experienced the behind the scenes. I never really got the chance to see the secret that were kept from me until it was necessary.
        One day, my schedule got changed, all of it. I didn't go to school nor leave my "home." I went to the hospital for what seemed like ages when it was really for three weeks, day and night. It was stressful, seeing everyone with sorrow written across their faces and my surroundings were always so quiet it made me uncomfortable . And as you might be thinking "what had happened to you?"
        Well, it's not about me, it's about my father. Who was recently diagnosed this year with diabetes and now has been told he has pancreatic cancer. I did not know this until my mother told me one day, by accident. Since I was the youngest in the family, no one bothered to tell me anything. After a month basically living in the hellhole you would call a hospital. They transferred my father over to a hospice not far from where I currently live.

Oh, the memories.

I was a very naive girl for my age. I didn't know real pain. I've never seen such sadness.

After practically living at the hospice for almost a month. I've uncovered many things about my family. They've been keeping the fact that my father won't get better. There's no curing him, he only has one route.

Death.

It was late January, I went to visit my father in his room. I was about to pour my heart out to him and I saw it all. Right there.

He threw up. Something came out. At the time thinking it was food.. it was actually one of his organs.

Later that day, at exactly 5:46 pm, he passed away. I remember walking into his room to see his lifeless body on his bed. My siblings all crying, and one of my sisters reacted terribly. She ran outside the building and just kept running.

I was there standing. Not a year came out of my eyes as much as I forced myself, I just couldn't. It seemed as everyone in that room stared at me like I was insane. My father just died and I don't show any emotion. Well I'm not a puppet of life and I'm not doing what everyone expects me to do. I felt inhuman, I felt pain.

No words can express my emotions at that very moment.