Let's laugh-TheLiteraryGeek

I had known for long, in my heart of hearts, that there was no hope left. He had been fighting hard, but Father was growing weaker by the minute. On the last day, Sam and I were standing by his bed, watching as the final sparks of life ebbed from his body. I could not stop myself from tearing up, from clutching my brother's hand a little tighter to give me strength. Sam, sensing my agony, turned towards me.

"Remember what Father would say, when we were hurt? He told us to forget the pain, to laugh it off. The pain is not so bad, when we act like it's something to laugh about."

And so I laughed heartily, with tears streaming down my cheeks. Whether they were tears of laughter or tears of sorrow, till this day I do not know.


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