Damn too late
Alone on the sick bed, i laid helplessly, all I could think of was, "the end for me is here" how did I get to this point I thought to myself, I couldn't explain it. Unlike stories I've heard or movies I see, when someone is dying, in their last moments they have lots of people around them, friends family, loved ones but my own story seem to be different. I was alone by myself, #chuckle I had always thought I'd be super old in my dying moment, all my hair would have turned gray and I'll have plenty people around me, after all I'm generous with money, the more I work and make money, the more I give out to those I think are in need. But unlike what I've been thinking my situation was "incongruous" I was married, I still had my parents hale and hearty, my siblings were very much alive, I also had kids of my own, but I was perplexed that at that very point of my life it became clear to me that despite all the people and things I thought I had...