Chapter 8

Blinking too many times I made sure that what I saw was real, that it was him. It was hard to believe my eyes that it was my father on the footpath, shivering in the cold as he lay there like a homeless person.

Trying to have a closer look, I took a step towards him ascertaining that it really was him. He looked so messy but I knew that it was him. After all these years, I could still identify him with his beard all grown. He didn’t look to be in good condition as he lay on the blanket trying to cover himself with the same but there was no way I could forget him because he was the man who destroyed my family.

There were so many things he had destroyed and ruined for me. My belief in love had died down because of him. The day my mother took her life, I started loathing him. It was his cheating that had forced my mother to take her life.

I had hated him ever since then with every part of me. It was his entire fault. I lost her because of a shitty father and a husband like him.

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