Christian
"I don't know if I should call myself fortunate for having two fathers or unfortunate for losing both of them," I sigh, staring at the clean water of the lake, my favorite place in this Forster care home where I met my second father.
"I think you should choose the positive one," Ivanna looks at me with a smile.
We're standing a few inches away, facing the lake and looking at the beautiful ducks floating.
"Death is a slow poison," she says after a while. "Not to the person who dies but to those who are left behind. The poison gradually sucks out the happiness from a living one and makes them crave dying. If we start giving importance to death, mourning instead of celebrating their lives, death wins."
Her deep words consume me, filling the voids inside and making me realize ho
