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Then I just need to sneak some food from the fridge and we are ultimately good to go.Dad is usually awake sometimes by exactly this time reading some boring article on the newspaper that for some weird reason he does not read during broad daylight or he could be spending his time looking at mum's pictures and watching videos of him and her together. I just hope he is not this time because it is actually very rare for dad to fall asleep. I once heard a doctor that came to visit us diagnose my dad with insomnia. Sometimes, I feel bad for my dad because I know he is only going through all of this because of the death of my mum which is why whenever he blames me for the death of my mother, I never protest and always feel guilty instead because maybe if I had never been born then mum would have never died and dad would have never become like this. He would be living happy with his wife even though he might have no kids. I ruined his love story with my mum and maybe that is why he is so hell-bent on ruining mine. I shrug off every negative feeling and slowly push my door open, it makes a creaking noise and I tiptoe out of my room while shutting the door close gently. I spy from the wall to see whether dad is in the sitting room but there is absolutely no sign of him and although the lights are on and a newspaper is lying carelessly on the couch which only means one thing, he was here but he eventually felt dizzy and went to sleep. I am actually glad he was able to at least get some sleep.I dash into the sitting room with full adrenaline and hastily make my way into the kitchen that is just a door away from my dad's room. Yes, this room was bui

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