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I was walking disoriented among the trees, I couldn't even concentrate to change.

He was there, he was there to kill the little boy.

How could he? How is it so bad to do that?

"Son!! No!! Leave him alone!!"

He could have saved my mother, stopped my father, called for help, saved all those people around, he could have done anything.

The smell of burning meat was unforgettable for me, I didn't know that day what it was about but I smelled it horrible.

What is he doing here?

I sit under a tree and remember the day my family died. My father, even though he didn't die that night, was found dead a few days later.

I didn't blame him, I found out years later that those white eyes of his meant he was bewitched, being controlled. I blamed myself horribly for wanting him to die. I wished that night that he would die for not protecting me and my mother, and days later he was dead. I lost him the same night and didn't know it.

At this point I was alre