Mystery Old House (STAGED REVISION PROCESS)

WHO'S WHO?

In the morning I woke up quickly so as not to be late to go to school, while my sister was still asleep beside my bed.

I immediately rushed to get ready to go to school, but my father called me back then.

"Daughter, come here son" exclaimed the father who was sitting in the guest room, while reading the newly delivered newspaper this morning.

"What's dad?" I asked by keeping a lot of astonishment in my heart.

"Today you don't have to go to school first, because dad will bring you to meet someone.be ready, father will wait for you in the car" obviously the father with his voice that was brick-styled was like keeping another secret behind this.

"Okay dad." I replied with a complete lack of understanding of what you said, but I didn't hunt you down with questions because I knew it was only possible to make him not want to answer.

when I was ready, there was the voice of my father and grandmother arguing in the guest room, from the voice it was heard that my father was very upset with the words of my grandmother.

"Then what's your day?if you continue to impose your will like this, then you will lose your daughter."repeated granny with a slightly elevated tone.

"I will continue to try to live my daughter's death this mother." continued the father again, as if to refuse the request of the grandmother earlier.

Grandma was silent, and father was just pensive, and grandma said again sadly.

"From the beginning it was your fault, who allowed your daughter to go further, now you can't change fate." said the grandmother again staring with the father.

"I can!" said the father loudly, like not afraid of what will be in front of him later.

What were grandma and dad talking about from last night, I don't know what they mean?even they talked about her in silence, until mother and sister also did not know.

(On the way.).

Dad sighed deeply and his face looked sad, like he wanted to say something but still he could bear it.until I, it was heartless to see it that way.

"It's dad, just my voice is still a little hoarse." I said slowly.

"Then fight.." let me father.with a word that I think is very strange.

"I mean dad?"

Father's voice weakened, breathing again, and,and sighing.as if it feels that his breath was the impingement of his disappointment that he held in his heart.then a moment after silence continued again.luirih and a word out of his mouth.

"Dad feels guilty about you, at a time like this, I can't do anything for you, son." explained Dad,with a voice that is as subtle as it is very far out of his mouth.The eyes of the father who looked flung away thrashing out.

"In the future I'll be fine" I'll try to smile, so that I don't continue to be moody like this.

But dad just nodded his head slowly, but it was hard for me to catch the meaning of that nod of his head.

"Where are we going, Dad?" wept

"House of a friend of father to seek treatment." father replied with languish.

I'm worried about what this father said, who wants treatment?and who's sick?but I dare not ask more, because it will only make you angry later.

"Stopp daddy!!!" I shouted that I stopped the steering wheel of the car, because I saw a little boy who was crossing.

"What's wrong?" ask dad, who seems to be astonished by me.

"That dad almost hit a kid who wanted to cross!" obviously

"Where?..."