A true sad story inspired by my father. A story for a crippled man, crippled in his body and crippled in mind, because he always wanted to be pitied and to be a victim, to be pampered like a little child while he never took interest in his children’s lifes and never really was present for them. He died alone in the hospital 6 moths ago, probably feeling sorry more for himself than for my mother who dedicated her life looking after him. This is a tribute to her by him finally asking forgiveness in his last words in the story.
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