When I Never Think of You Again(5)

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Later, Mason was asked to leave the hospital because of the loud noise. A little while later, my dad passed away. His face was covered with a white cloth when he was taken out.

The words in front of me were so blurry that I couldn't see them clearly. After quite a while, I realized that my hand holding the death notice was shaking.

Yes, I did think about the days when my father left me. When he was in ICU, I thought about it all the time. But sometimes, people refused to believe in those sorrowful things that happened.

I listened numbly to the doctor's instructions. When he asked me if any of my other family members could be there, I shook my head. He then asked me if I wanted to see the body again, and I still shook my head after I gazed at the white cloth for a while.

I feared I would think of my dad again if I saw his face. I would recall the morning dew on his brow as I drove him to school that morning. And I would recall his firm and reliable back as he walked in front of