- 18.
After I got out of the hospital, I donated most
of the money.
I traveled around the world.
I saw Emily.
She said she was following me.
She wanted my forgiveness.
I can’t stop her follow me.
A year later, when I knew I was dying, I went
back home.
Ashley found me.
She said that Brandon had killed himself.
She realized she’d made a mistake.
She couldn’t forgive herself.
She left the company and started teaching in
a rural area.
She said she would use the rest of her life to
atone for what she did.
Mom couldn’t forgive herself.
She said the worst thing she’d ever done was
sign that DNA test.
She’d pushed her son away.
Dad didn’t come to see me.
Mom said he was ashamed.
Before she died, Mom asked me, “Can I call
you back?”
“Can you be my son next life?”
Dad didn’t come to see me.
Mom said he was ashamed.
Before she died, Mom asked me, “Can I call
you back?”
“Can you be my son next life?”
I looked at her face and nodded.
I lost my mind.
Emily got her life.
Brandon ended his life.
He was happy.
While those who wanted something from my
life continue to regret it.
As I closed my eyes, I felt like the world had
turned to the dark.
She had to forgive me.
I hate my life.
