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One year back, my dad passed away in a car accident.
We were really close - we didn’t have the choice anyways. He took care of both me and my brother (who was 12 at the time). My mom passed away when she gave birth to my brother due to severe complications - I don’t know exactly because I never cared to ask.
I was 20 when he died, and I now had the most important decision of my life to make. Either put my brother in an orphanage, or give up my education to find work with what little experience I have and carry on where my father left trying to give my little brother (who I absolutely adore) the best childhood I can give him. I chose the latter. I gave up college and started working as a security guard while he was in school.
For a year, I sweat every droplet of water in my body until blood started oozing from my hands. We have no relatives where we live now. For a year, I kept a strict schedule to get home before he did and prepare food, help him with his homework, make sure he’s okay. For a year, I’ve kept a strict budget - no superfluous spendings from my side, food, rent, medicine, his schooling fees and whatever left went for his enjoyment, never mine. My free time went into making sure he was fine and didn’t need anything, play with him, read books, watch TV, that sort of stuff. I never spent money on myself unless I really needed it. (Clothes, meds, stuff like that. I just didn’t spend it on nightclubs or unnecessary things.)
For a whole year I dedicated my whole life for him. I had no other reason to live - really. I woke up, went to work for him, came home early for him, cooked for him, played for him, I lived to make his life happier. Despite the difficulties we’ve been through, we both enjoyed life very much. We were thankful and didn’t want to let our parents’ effort in us go to waste. We enjoyed life to its fullest and did the best to make each other happy. We both enjoyed life very much.
Two days ago, he died. A car struck him on his way back from swimming class. His funerals were yesterday and the only people who were here were me and two of his school teachers. I simply have no reason to wake up anymore. I do it because I’m used to doing it.
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