The Day I Decided to Stop Living

  Some families are like haunted houses. There are doors that shouldn’t be opened and topics that shouldn’t be discussed. In mine, there was one particular taboo subject. It was related to the death of my father. I was fourteen when Dad suddenly started coming home late. My mother phoned the company where he worked, and she found out that he’d been fired almost three weeks ago. The next day, when I came home from school, Mom was locked in her room, crying. My grandparents and uncles were waiting for me to give me the news that my father had…