WHY I KILLED MY FATHER 3

in non-fiction •  6 years ago 

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Push the car you dump children from lazy womb!, Our ever complaining father thundered. I wish I never had you all, he remarked regrettably.

This car has always caused us troubles. The body parts are a little bit wasted. My father don't even care about this at all. Actually, it is his fault. Getting a car at the cheapest price make a great sense to him. He is not bothered about the rest body parts or even the engine of the car. Inasmuch the car moves, he thinks he did make a good bargain.

We pushed the car with all the strength left on our young body. It was early in the morning. About 5am on the duck. Our eyes were mere opened when he pumped out of no where to stretch us out with this liability problematic car of hiss'.

We pushed for ten more minutes and after some experimenting times of him spitting some fuel on the engines cabreatall, the car finally came back to live in a dew of condense smoke.

Our energies are gone. I hope he do thanked us for this benevolent act. On the thought of this, we children waited but he never did. He raised the engine and there came some more smoke. After a while, he drove off leaving us empty handed.

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