There were approximately four months before I finally became an ancestor. When I finally let my phone ring till the end, I just told my parents that I loved them. I did not tell them that I would be dying and burdening them once again.

I was staying in the same house as someone and I couldn’t even tell them what was happening. I was too scared to hurt her. I was also too scared to hurt my parents.

I sometimes dreamt of a time after my death. How much happier everyone would be without me. Who wouldn’t be happy? I mean, the nuisance would be finally gone.

I woke up that night and decided to go get a glass of water. Instead, I ended up on the kitchen floor, crying a dam because rivers are too cliché.

I did not know that it was 5am until my girlfriend walked in, confused and saying that it was 5 in the morning. She never finished her sentence because when she saw the mess that was me, she stopped.

She hugged me and told me that everything would be okay after my failed attempts at telling her the truth.