Eugene's Point of View
I was only standing on the dead body of my father. Unable to utter words nor I can't even move a little. It was a sudden shocked on my part to get to see what exactly happened to him in October 2011.
Silence covered the night. Only the sound of the crickets filled the surroundings. A ghastly wind suddenly blowing and a ray of light appeared. Slowly, my soul's father separated from his body.
While I watched him stand in front of his dead body, a familiar connection rushed into my veins, but the agony of the past stopped it from being emotional. Then, his eyes gazed upon me. In the blink of an eye, the scene changed and found ourselves in the garden greeted by wild orchids.
“It's nice to see you, my son,” he looked at me straight into the eye and walked towards me
