The story happened a year ago.
It was my
normally day and nobody expected
that strange might happen.
As usually, I woke up before 6
in the morning,
glanced
at my watch
with hatred and yawned.
When the
alarm clock started to ring I throw in under my bed. After half an hour I
realized it is very late and it is high time. I woke up. In a hurry I ate some
bolied eggs with a stole bread and washed myself as quickly as possible.
Finally I grabbed my jacket and reached
for the car keys. Supprisingly, they
were not on the hook as usually, so I started to search them with anger. When I
was browsing between papers and magazines I had a quick look at my watch and
noticed that I had no sandwiches for a lunch. Simultaneously I ran into the kithcen
and took some slices of cheese and ham from the fridge. As I was opening the
draver with knifes, one of them cut me deeply on the hand. In a second I became
white like a ghost and looked at the bleeding palm with fear. That made me
shocked so much, that I ran to my neighbour and shouted for a help. After
waking up I was staring at the white ceiling of the hospital room. It occured
that I had a heart attack and thanks to my neighbour and doctors help I am
still alive. I stayed in the hospital for about two weeks. In the meantime, one
man in his fifties was talking wiht me, playing cards and so on. In spite of
the fact that we did not knot each other, it was nice to talk with him.
One day, his daughter come for a visit and to
my great suprise, she looked like my twin sister. Maybe it is hard to believe,
but it occured that the nice man was in fact my father who was to die,
according to my mother' s story. She didn' t even mention to my dad she was
pregnant.
From that
day my life completely changed. I keep in touch with my dad and sister. I feel
like I was born again...
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