And suddenly, my eyes flew open. I was in my bed, breath unsteady, heart pounding. I had just woken from a beautiful nightmare — one where I saw my parents and me together, like a perfect little family, laughing and whole. But that’s all it was — a dream, something my heart created to escape the truth. In reality, my parents’ love was never accepted. My father belonged to an upper-class family, and my mother came from a lower-class background. They loved each other deeply, but his family refused to accept her. My father, the only child, had lost his mother when he was just ten. Maybe that loss made him hold on to love tighter than most. And what could a man do when he’s truly in love? He chose her over everything — over comfort, over reputation, even over his own family. They got married, hoping time would heal things. My father tried countless times to apologize, to be accepted again. But my grandfather gave him a cruel choice: leave my mother and return home, or stay with her and be dead to him. My father didn’t flinch. They started a new life together, with little to their name but love. My grandfather worried more about society than his own son. “What will people say?” That’s all he cared about. But my parents accepted reality. They built their own home, their own happiness, even if it meant living in the shadow of rejection. For years, we lived peacefully — until the day everything shattered. I had begged my parents to take me on a picnic to a nearby village. They hesitated, unsure, but finally agreed. If only they had said no. We were driving through narrow roads, surrounded by fields, when everything went black. The accident still feels like a blur. When I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital. My parents weren’t by my side. Panic took over. I tore the drip from my arm and stumbled out of bed, rushing to the reception. My voice wouldn’t come out — it was stuck in my throat, frozen by fear. Then I saw it: two bodies covered with white sheets. My hands trembled as I pulled the sheet off one of them. My father. Lifeless. Still. And beside him… my mother. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t feel. I stared at them for what felt like forever — my mind blank, my chest hollow. In those few minutes, my entire world ended. A doctor eventually came and took me away, but a part of me never left that room.8Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhLsPvRkxA9
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