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Curtis

“How soon do you think he’s going to stay alive?” Giancarlo asked out of the blue, pulling me out of my thoughts yet again.

He was talking about our father.

“I don’t know.” I had not been to the hospital again but the last time I was there, his condition seemed stable. He seemed like he would be able to recover from his injuries.

“I wish he just died.” He grumbled, but then his expression fell as he fell into deep thought. Whatever he had just thought about was probably exactly how I felt about this whole situation.

Unlike in loving families where everyone would be sad right now, I felt nothing. I hated my father for everything he did to us growing up and everything he made me do, his impending death did not make me feel anything. I wasn’t sad about losing him but I wasn’t excited either. It felt like closing a book I was done reading. Except, I would not revisit this particular book.

“Are you going to visit him?” I asked.

He considered my words for a while before his lips twit