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A Short Story



I could've ran away and jumped that big hurdle.  But I didn't.  I vowed to stay until the very end.  I had a father once.  Not too long ago.  This story is a sweet one.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.  About two months before his death, he was not able to walk, not even talk.  He whispered like if he had a cold.  But he didn't have a cold.  That cancer was probably eating his Adam's apple by now.  One day Mom bought a coconut cake.  For sure he wasn't going to like it, but he couldn't eat anyway.  Mom said, that's all the cakes they had.  In front of everyone's eyes, he ate all his piece of cake.  After he finished the last crumb, he whispers, "This is the best cake I've ever had."  But this is not the light of my story.  This didn't happen directly to me.  It happened to everyone at that moment.  Along with his wheelchair, he went outside.  Outside was him, me and another person.  He dazed into the sunlight.  His eyes were very glassy.  He was drinking his iced tea under a hot degree weather.  Until finished, I asked if he wanted more.  And he had whispered something.  I put my ear towards his face because I could not understand him.  I said, "Okay, now tell me again.  And he whispered whatever he was trying to tell me again.  Again I could not hear him.  Til I put my ear right by his mouth and said, "Okay, now tell me again what you need."  And that's when he reached over and gave me a kiss on my cheek.  The other person who was there couldn't help it and cried.  I stood there with my astonishment and hugged him.  This is one of the memories he gave me in the few months he was alive.  I wouldn't even call it a memory,  I call it a gift.  I think people should give "tea kisses" more often.  Don't you?