Scary stories about my father.
was a cancer
on the day he died,
I was interning at a hotel in Bangkok.
, and will follow the funeral the next day.
restoring it My mother dreamed that my father walked up to him.
, you know, that I was dead.
'm Busy I did not go to her father, so I walked away. said this, however, I was afraid every time , every year on the anniversary of his father's death. , I'll always weep for you
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