My life changed completely now, after my wife was responsible for all household chores as well as raising Haitham and Gibraltar and their attention and spend our stuff is became overnight responsible for myself and my child. Only eight years old and Lola gently to become responsible for myself.
Lost everything happened so fast as a continuous film footage, contact dawn of my wife's mother tells her she's sick and your doctor keep her in bed for a week and need them of course to spend its needs, and that My wife adores her children inherently affectionate never flagged in leaving their children with lazy careless like me, and because of the dreaded languor that let her drive my cars with the kids, I think you expect the rest, a car crash occurs every Accurate and on every road, another call, didn't survive the accident only Haitham, of course you're trying to get part of the responsibility, don't worry, I don't wait for your mind and you won't need to extort any confession I hold myself responsible. Complete.
My life was almost stable didn't spoil her only those who recognize and bickering like any tax imposed or become a couple, then came the accident, and was beginning to regret was not the end I'll leave you to imagine My sorrow and my shock and pain of losing my partner and my innocent, but I have to keep myself together quickly, there's another baby needs me more than ever.
I didn't introduce myself, I'm always impulsive, I don't know where to start and what's over, don't bother and forget this nonsense.
My name is Mohamed Mahmoud "hear you say very traditional name like thousands of Mohammed Mahmoud which meet constantly" believe me it's not my fault you don't hide you secret they didn't play me in choosing my name and my father's name, forgive me also on Let me know you more blank Slee, working as an accountant in a foreign branch of a Bank, I think I expected standard of living which is 32 years old and just a week ago, became a widower and bear Responsibility of the orphan lost his mother and his brother in front of his eyes and he survived miraculously, but has become another person.
Became my mission requires waking up early, make breakfast for me and Haitham, connected to his school and then go to the Bank and then return from the Bank to the school and took the child and then go home and prepare lunch, Remembering his lessons and prepare a light dinner and watch tv and sleep.
Cumbersome routine life of course before you watch Haitham the suspicious actions.
Forget that he became taciturn steep looks painted too obviously the excitement around him
to Picasso.
I wasn't interested, a child after what he went through I think it is normal and it made me care about coincidence, I was watching tv while he painted, as usual, I wanted to play my role as August and look interested, I asked him: what are you drawing?
Reply calmly and neutral tone: painting.
-Let me see your drawing, an artist.
-You don't want.
-Don't be afraid you won't make fun of you, you're better than me, I responded laughingly, turning the booklet and found the last thing I wanted to do in my life, I found myself drawn hanging from my neck with a rope tied to the roof of my room.
How did you know it was me?
Forget about that told me the picture of a man wearing the same clothes and a light beard and balding who started invading my introduction.
How do you know she's my room?
It seems that the incident might refine talent really draw furniture was Haitham bedroom in detail!
I looked with dismay, wondering: born.
Cold response provocative: theEnd, remember I strongly advise you not to see but the human curiosity.
Then he left me and gone goodbye tells me he's going to sleep.
Of course I couldn't sleep that night especially when I tell you I found the 20 page pamphlet Haytham to the same pictures.
Made up my mind that I need to consult a psychiatrist then you going to poop when surprised voices coming from room Haitham, yes votes and not one vote, but it looks kind of familiar voices, I approached with caution. And opened the door of the room to see Haitham sitting on his bed enjoying with two invisible, but I hear them well and shocked his mother's voice and well knew, his brother Tariq!
And the most shocking they were planning something, planning to kill me.
Haitham wrote to his school as usually every day after night haven't tasted it like to sleep but I tasted all the colours of horror and confusion, I didn't dare course on approaching Haitham theme sounds heard in his room that belonged to his mother And his brother, who supposedly died a week ago, is whatever a child besides being an orphan has the most expensive he has before his eyes without destiny arrangements had died with them.
Pegged and made a call to Moataz besides it's childhood friend and study, is a psychiatrist and nervous, we agreed on a date in the afternoon in
his private clinic, and after peace and reassurance to Sentry told him what had happened in detail, as I expected and tell me it's just audio hallucinations and night terrors due to the impact of the accident, he was not without great I sane and mature enough to give myself over to my sorrows, Hallucinations and recommend me some tranquilizers, left him back to school to get back with Haitham home, after lunch I found his book draws on sadalsuud Haitham
I asked sceptically: what paint this time, son.
-Really want to see?
-Of course, baby, let me see.
Turning to the booklet and wonder why I find repeating graphic illustrating my end but found upturned car paint flames of fire! I thought at first the car where his mother and Gibraltar died but I noticed the number written on the inverted plate and to my surprise when I learned that my parents ' car number!
-Where did you get this number?
-My mother told me.
-Why should I tell you, and what do you mean by that drawing?
-Told me to warn you that our orders are not subject to the same fate as the father, will you caused by faithless were too lazy and I lost my mom and my brother, and science is not your father, but your sister too, you'll find the same pictures in almost Next page with slightly different number for a sister this time to know we're not kidding.
The shock have shut me up and I felt a little dizzy and got out of me talking tough, what are your orders and how you're going to kill me?
-I didn't expect this from you, father, for this see us murderers and thugs?
-So how do I drop my fate?
-Get a rope and come to your room you'll find me and Brad and Amy waiting for you.
Before I go into the kitchen to get the rope compliant, whew boy orders! I made a phone call to my father who lives alone after my mom died after a few km away in the family home, warned him of driving a car and begged him to forgive me and explained to him that anything I do is to protect him. He and my sister, of course, did not understand the character of this nonsense and not devoid of tone of the responses addressed crazy.
I made a phone call of my married sister and told my father told her, of course I've had the same responses in the same tone.
Entered the room holding the rope to find Haitham holding his book says courtship: approached, father, do not be afraid you atone for your SIN only, how brave you are cherish you and your courage.
Then came the sound of someone invisible voice was always in my heart all feelings of love and comfort now is making my heart leapt over to my feet, the sound of my late wife!.
-Thank you for understanding the dependency to responsibility, you take no responsibility for the lives your father and sister missed enough.
-What should I do exactly.
-Implement in the painting, paint your hands end up committing suicide.
-Well, I deserve, but please forgive me.
-We'll talk about it after your suicide, then you will see me and would talk to treat, or you don't want to see me again?
She said tenderly and sweetly made me want to commit suicide like I'm going to spend my vacation in one of the Maldives.
-But my last request.
-Your orders.
-To formulate all the events since I died so far as a story explaining what happened, honestly.
-Why?
-Until you leave an explanation for the police to find your corpse, this first in order to let the physical embodiment of our story together, my dear husband to after us.
Still not convinced of course but I caved and began writing those letters that read it now.
Here I made a rope and ready to throw him my neck and became ready to see my wife again, goodbye.
Deflate the criminal investigation officer-Mithat received notification that August Mahmoud Abdel Latif finds the body of Mohamed's daughter committed suicide in his apartment-read the paper he found on the victim's bed and then call a doctor Moataz Then ask your victim's father because his presence at that particular time to see his son.
-After the dubious Mohamed connection I knew it was not right for what I called my sister to tell me that he called her, too, and after exchanging concerned packed me and came to check on him, and because I have a key and yet no reply Entered looking for him to be surprised him hanging by his neck in the ceiling of his room, he said it and he couldn't help himself and his eyes overflowed with tears and then continued:
-After losing his wife and my grandsons Haitham and Brad didn't understand my son the whole trauma that he has imagined that Haitham survived the crash and had to live with it as a fact, that he used to go every day to school. In the morning and afternoon, imagining it as August about Haitham, when I consulted a friend Motaz advised me to challenge him for fear of a nervous breakdown.
Listen to the words of praise the father holding a blank sketchbook and alleged victim contained drawings drawn kid Mitt, think a little and become semi image Mithat clear before him and wouldn't need explanations. Moataz, August lost his own, imagine a son's survival guilt, imagine having a plot of ghosts his family with his survivor to avenge him, and of course his subconscious ordered him to write these words as a sort of reasoning. To suicide, and he did it have to preserve what's left of his family, an easy case would restrict like thousands of suicides, but left in memory of Medhat and impact lessons won't soon forget his age.
The end...