Write a story ending with, “I deeply regretted what I had

done…”

Tears dropped slowly on my father’s hand. Looking at my mother, she was even more
disappointed than that time. She bit her tongue to commit suicide. I started regretting what
I had done. I dithered on the street and felt woeful. Indirectly, I took a stroll down memory
lane. Memories of the past clicked into place pieces by pieces, forming a dull picture of my
agonizing past.

The moon had not made her appearance. A few scattered stars twinkled in the sky.
When I was all alone idling on the street, I felt sorrowful because my father was in a
comatose at the hospital for three months. “Rick, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you
for a long time.” My sister said. I followed my sister and hurried to the hospital. However, it
was too late. My father had passed away without any notification. My mother was miserable.
Extremely miserable. She sat beside my father, holding his hand and crying incessantly. Why
was everything so confusing?

I was standing in the balcony and was waiting for the dark night to disappear. All
because I could not fall asleep. I was depressed, I was desolate, I was feeling blue and I was
a useless son to this family. There was nothing I could do when my father passed away. Out
of the blue, a flash of white light appeared in front of me. In the white light, I noticed a
beauty. Dressed in a white dress with white wings and milky-hue condition skin complexion,
she had a pair of mesmerising eyes with a lanky build and slender figure to complete her
perfect loveliness. She was an angel. When I faced the angel, I was mystified and stunned.
She told me that she knew everything about my father and felt melancholy because my
father passed away. She gave me a chance to go back to the past to say goodbye to my
father.

When I went back to the past, I took my mother and sister to the hospital so that we
could say goodbye to my father. However, this was not a good method. My mother became
more sorrowful because she saw how my father died. Finally, she committed suicide. I deeply
regretted what I had done.