Keith Watanabe * NET 2.0

it might've been the sugar from the krispy kreme i had to invoke a sense of anxiety early this morning, but i woke up earlier than i should with a sense of guilt. saw my father in the house. he was placed alongside the boat in the garage. poor guy was barely bundled up in a blue blanket during the cold of winter. it was as though my mom and i had truly abandoned him to this terrible fate. i came up and tried to hug him, but he tried pushing me away, crying the entire time. thereafter, i woke up feeling dejected. i'll be forever cursed knowing that i never could do something to prevent my father from having his condition.