My Life ( kuv lub neej)

The call

I woke up to my brother Seng sleeping in the room with me with the lights on. I had the biggest room . The roomed was filled with two full bed and one single bed and still had space to walk in between. Two of the oldest sister got married so my other brother and sisters moved out of the room leaving me in a big room with two empty beds. My brother Keng spent the night at our cousin place which is my dad's youngest brother. I fell back asleep and then felt someone pushing me trying to wake me up. " Wake up! Wake up! We gotta go!"
"Huh go where?" I said waking up scared and rubbing my eyes. I watch as my brother waking up my little sister and other sister. Her name was Shoua. Shoua was two years older than me. I was so confused seeing Seng rushing back and forth cussing and all. The house phone rang so I ran into my parents room. For the first time when I enter my parents room I felt scared. Like there was a ghost or something there.
"Hello?....Hello?... Hellooo?" I was already scared of the room and now no one answering me back on the phone.
"Are you guys coming yet?" I heard my mom say sobbing. Right then I know that something bad has happened to my dad and my heart dropped instantly. I answered yes and hung up. I pretend and shrugged it off thinking maybe he was undergoing surgery or something. Think of something good for now.
"Where the fuck is Nancy? Where the fuck is she? Man I'm going to fucken beat that bitch up when I see her?" Seng said all mad and still trying to find where his key and where my sisters were.
"Keng is sleeping at uncles house" I said before he started getting more mad.
"Hurry up let's go!" He yelled and we all ran to his car. He locked the door as drove us to the hospital. Half way there he takes his phone and dials the second oldest sister Cammie and said " Hey since you and brother in law didn't pick up, I just wanted to let you know dad isn't with us anymore. Call me when you get this message." My heart dropped one more time. Why? If I known that me trying to help my dad and seeing him eat cup noodle was the last time in life, I would of done better to help. Once we got to the room I was at the wall nearest to the door. I turned and look and saw a body lifeless on the bed. I got scared and jumped a little so I decided to not look and stay nearest to the exit door. He, my own father, I was scared to see him. To even touch or stay near him. I was that scared and I don't know why. I was so ready to go back home because I couldn't believe this was real and I was so scared and shock to see my dads body. When the relatives told us to go back home and clean the house because they will come over and talk about the funeral, I was the first one out the door. I was out of breath. I didn't know I was scared that I was holding my breathe in. Once we got home I went straight to bed. I was scared so I had the closet light on. My closet was a walk in closet so it had a light in there. My little sister kept crying so a cousin held her to sleep in my room. I cried myself to sleep