Mr. White finished speaking and stared at me. The weight of his words hit my insides hard and broke me. I began to cry in despair, apologizing for all that those who shared my blood had done to him, over and over and over again. We both knew that my actions did not return him his family, nor did they relieve the pain in his heart, but neither was able to stop my crying.

I spent a long time like that, until I was unable to continue, the doctor gave me a handkerchief, picked up the cups he had carried, I tried to ask several things, but he told me that it would be best if I rested. I refused to do so, until he made sure that once I had some rest, we would continue the talk.

Resigned, I accepted his words and lay down, I did not want to sleep, but it was such the tiredness of my mind that once I settled my head on the pillow, I fell asleep. I don’t remember dreaming, but when I opened my eyes in the morning, a feeling of sadness flooded me. I stretch lazily even lying down, trying to encourage myself to get up as I reviewed the events of the previous day. I had learned so much about my parents in such a short time, and none of it was positive.

The murmurs of the nurses outside my room made me sit up, instantly, they noticed me, and quietly walked away. It was a while before I saw Mr White, walk in the door with my breakfast in his hands. "I must be a VIP patient enough to get a doctor to bring me my food instead of a nurse" I said with a smile trying to shake off the worries. However, the lack of reaction from the doctor, indicated me that the jokes would not be enough.

He closed the door behind him, gave me my breakfast and told me to eat. Between bites, I felt the discomfort grow between us, until it was impossible for me to continue. "I know you have something to say, please speak," I said supplicantly. I saw him momentarily hesitate before starting to speak. "First of all, I want you to know that I found out that your mother was part of the Sosa family that wiped out my family, long after she told me about her situation with your father, so I never thought about getting revenge by hurting her." he said sincerely; I nodded and waited quietly for he to continue. "Last night, after I left you sleeping, I went to the floor where your mother is to see how she was" before he continued, something in me already knew what he was going to say.

"When I arrived, there was a code blue in process; took me a moment before rushing to her room. So when I was at the door..." he paused for air. "She was already dead, right?" I said in an almost monotonous tone. "I’m so sorry for your loss" was all he could say. "You would allow me to ask you a favor," I said in a more humane tone. "Whoever" he answer with certainty. "You could take care of the funeral for me, I don’t think I’d be able to do it," I said painfully. "Of course," he said, slapping me on the shoulder. "Your body is more stable, it seems that your anxiety attack was mild, anyway, I ask you to make an appointment with a therapist soon to help you avoid situations like this in the future, otherwise, you are free to stay one more night or go home if you wish." he mentioned while leaving.

Once alone, I finished my breakfast, called a nurse, and informed her that I would go home. Mr White never came to my room again, but he texted me when I left the hospital, telling me that I could count on him for anything and that he would let me know the date of the burial once he completed all the paperwork.

Instead of walking straight to my apartment, I decided to walk around a nearby park, slowly walking around the place until I found a lonely space, near the lake and with a tree on the shore. I went to lie down under that tree, staring at the sky, trying to let go of all the stress caused by recent events.

However, instead of getting the peace I was so looking for, I just kept going. I had discovered that my father was a monster, and my mother, she had a whole history of horrible people in the family. The feeling of knowing that I was the son of two terrible beings filled me with worry.

I decided to get up and start my way back, however, the voices in my head began to repeat as I deserved all the suffering that I went through, that I was a monster, that I did not deserve to be happy, that I could only ruin the lives of those who came to me, who deserved to die.

Immersed in these thoughts, I ended up falling into the lake. Even overwhelmed by those thoughts, I was unable to move to save my life, and simply stood there watching me sink slowly, feeling my lungs begin to fill with water and my consciousness plunge into a dark abyss.

Feeling as life left my body, I noticed a shadow in the distance, which gradually grew larger. But before I could see for sure what it was, I fainted.