“You lost Dad when I came into this world.”
It’s all my fault.
If it wasn’t for me, Dad would probably still be alive today.
If he didn’t save me from the miscarriage, if he didn’t chat about the ritual he might be alive today he should be with Mom right now.
Not me.
I’m supposed to be dead.
“Am I even supposed to be here Mom?”
Do I really belong to this world? Do I belong here?
Do I have a right to live here? I’m supposed to be dead. My father sacrificed his life for me.
“I should be dead. I should be dead if Dad hadn’t done that. He shouldn’t have done that!”
He shouldn’t have done that! If Dad hadn’t done that, he would probably still be alive. Maybe there was a way to prevent this from happening.
They could have waited for the ambulance to come before
