"So what's working in a fancy key is like?" I sat in my Aunt June's living room. My Aunt works at an assistant on private jet planes. She's been working as assistant since my dad was alive. She's travels all over the world. Her crystal brown eyes shoned. "It's a dream." She laughed. We sat at the coffee table which was filled with all types of paper. We talked for awhile then she got up. "I'm gonna go get us some snacks. Could you clear up those paperwork for me?" She said. "Sure." I immediately got to work. "Thanks" She walked from into the kitchen. A few minutes passed as I chucked up the papers my eyes caught a glimpse of my dad's name on a worn out looking paper. I set the piles of paper at the side of me and took up the paperwork. It was an autopsy. It wasn't just any autopsy... It was my father's. My hands shook slightly. I quickly scanned the paper from top to bottom. I sank to the floor, utterly shocked at what I just read.
He's alive? Daddy's alive?
He's actually alive...? After all these years?
Why? Why'd he do this?
I took my phone out of my pocket, shaking slightly I snapped some pictures of the document. My mind was flooded with thoughts. How could he do this? Why did he do this? Suddenly I heard a door closing. I immediately composed myself and began stacking the papers with a distracted mind.
ns 15.158.61.51da2
