Last Night With Your Papa

A little sad story

A little bit of a past story

When honesty no longer has a price value and long-standing lies become a disaster.

Figurative.

"You really shut your mouth about Gerald's reality?"

"I can't lose a life in La Oberoy"

"Is comfortable living so important to the rich people of your class?"

"Shut up"

"You cover up your father's lies, he kills an old man, even he shuts down honest men with his money to shut up witnesses from poor families with your brother, you know that even you were one of the witnesses of that night's events"

"I didn't really see it, it all happened so fast, from the prank"

"But you also saw the incident, where is your conscience?"

"Fuck it all, shut up, assume I don't hear and see anything"

*****

"Young master La Oberoy, did the driver of your house commit suicide before your eyes?"

"Yes Miss"

"You're sure he wasn't pushed by someone?"

"Yes, I saw it myself with my eyes"

*******

"Elizabeth Conte, did you see your friend in rape?"

"No"

Elizabeth's eyeballs are seen staring at the woman in front of her with a pushy look, anxiety can be seen evaporating inside her facial expression.

"Are you trying to lie to everyone?"

"no"

"It's about life and death as well as a person's self-esteem"

When the woman before him said so, Eliza's hand seemed to tremble, the girl tried to clasp her hand hard.

This is also about self-esteem and living someone's death, doesn't everyone have a reason to shut up? I'm sorry Linda, I'm sorry.

******

In a predominantly white hospital, when everyone's footsteps rang deafening, as all bodies were seen running around in pursuit of circumstances and time.

Linda's mother looked at her beloved daughter lying on the hospital bed through the glass barrier in front of her.

I don't know how long she's been walking, Linda hasn't woken up from her long sleep.

The old woman's tears had spilled since earlier, she was no longer even able to let out her crying voice since weeks ago.

He lost the light in his house, not expecting to release his daughter to the Conte family would end up like this.

"Don't you want to wake up, son? tonight's your birthday hmmm, mom and dad have prepared his birthday cake"

The old woman spoke in silence, trying to hold back her sobbing.

"You know, honey? Winda won't even talk and gets out of his room"

Again the woman sobbed.

"Gibran even disappeared somewhere, Eliza drew her testimony for the crimes of her father, everyone betrayed you, Linda"

"Even your father.....Oh ... how is this.. your father..."

The old woman did not continue her words, she tried to keep her mouth shut.

He recalled how Mr. Conte and Mr. La Oberoy threatened him

"You can choose to shut up the reality, take your daughter away from Manhattan and never come back here to the end"

"I don't hesitate to finish off the rest of your family, so think about it all well"

"Wake up son, let's get away from the monsters Hmmmm, let's open a new page with mom, your dad can't go, he's calm with the wind"

The woman muttered again, her eyes constantly staring at the doctors who were trying to give her a heart shock device.

He could see how sick his heart was, when the heart of his heart which he had raised all his energy was now struggling alone between his life and death behind the great glass upon which he now stood.

One of her daughters struggles between life and death, one loses her cheerfulness and cannot fight for her self-esteem.

******

She's Pregnant.

Ohhhh...!?.

The woman closed her mouth.

"You know? the only way is...."

"It's cheating"

Say Linda's mom quietly.

"Which cheat is it when your two daughters are treated unfairly? when conscience has disappeared among the rich? suppose all the families are ruined for their own deeds, take your eyes off conscience"

*****

Hahhhhhh

Linda opened her eyeballs quickly, the color of the lights instantly dazzled her eyeballs, the pain hitting the top of her head.

For a moment Linda fumbled her stomach, she frowned for some time.

"Where's my baby, Mom?"

Instead of answering the old woman instead wept looking at her Princess face.

"Where's dad, Mom?"

The woman shook her head.

"Did Gibran come to see me?"

The old woman shook her head.

"Where's my best friend, Elizabeth?'

Again the woman shook her head.

"Mother, where's Winda?'

Linda was still trying to widen her innocent smile, staring at her mother with millions of question marks.

"He's not okay, he's in his critical period, struggling in the birth of his son"

"Yes?"