My Father, the Passive Killer

He might as well stuck a poison dart right in between the eyes of his dying sister.

He used to have a sister. She was the most intelligent one in the family. I used to look up to her because she would devour these crossword puzzles like I go through junkfood. Eloquent writer and speaker. She can bitch it out good as well. She had Diabetes. After reaching forty, she suddenly had complications. She was going blind, her health was failing drastically. She was in pain everytime she breathed. The stout stature she once had, has now been turned into a skelital display of her former self. She was sick. Very sick.

She landed in the public hospital. It was a place where more people left in body bags rather than walking out alive. The air inside was full of anguish and hurt. It’ll cost the family a small fortune just for her to survive another day.

My father then decided to let her die. (more…)