Searching for the will

Nelson looked at me with wide eyes while I tried to revive my father, whose face had turned pale and he no longer had the strength to stand.

- Dad! What happens? Why are you like this? Please answer me! —I screamed, desperate.

My father collapsed to the ground, and helplessness invaded me. Nelson was there, paralyzed. Full of anger and fear, I pointed a trembling finger at him as I shouted:

- It's your fault! You are to blame for my father being like this. I swear to you that if something happens to my father, I will never forgive you.

My sobs echoed throughout the house, and in an instant, everyone rushed to the garden, alerted by my cries of despair. My mother arrived first, and her eyes were filled with horror when she saw my father lying on the ground, he was very pale and cold, he looked dead.

- Pedro! Pedro! —he exclaimed, putting his hands to his face—. What happened to you? Please answer me.

He looked at me, searching for an explanation, but I was too scared. How would I tell