* We went to see my dad the next day, it was later in the afternoon, since I woke up this morning feeling nauseous. He wanted to eat at his favorite restaurant, so, we met them there.
As we eat, he tells me that he needs to talk to me. I look at him worried. He says that I am ready, but I know that I'm not.
When we got to my parents house my dad pulled me to my old room, so that, he could talk to me alone, while my mom and Zair sat in the living room.
''Please, try not to react, just let me talk,'' ''You will have your chance'' he says as he holds on to my hands. I nod as I wait for him to start.
''Every man in my family dies around a certain age,'' My eyes get big and teary as I try to process his words and he looks, as if, he is debating on whether or not to finish.
"Don't worry,
