I sit on the bed, clutching a framed photograph of a docile looking man. He’s on a white sparkling white coat radiating with a smile. it took a tear to dab on the surface of the frame, for me to realize I had been crying. I’m crying profusely. It's been a year now ever since Aaron passed away, but the pain still feels as raw as the day I lost him. I could never bring myself to forget him. To forget all he had sacrificed for me and the kids. After that incident with him fainting while urging the children to school, I rushed him to the hospital, where he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Because it was already in the late stages, there was nothing we could do to save him. And just like that, he passed away the following few months. He was a devoted father to the triplets and a very supportive and caring friend even to his last breath, as all he had was willed to the triplets, just to make sure they were comfortable even after his passing. His absence has left a void in my heart and t
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