by Iris_emerald
So what to say, even forgiven Sunday every year turns into some sort of tragedy.
It usually happens so. My father calls me and asks with a frightened voice what happened to my sister. I start to panic and think about what happened to her. The father explains his fear: the sister sent a text with the text "Daddy, forgive me". Dad does not track the Orthodox holidays, Dad does not know, Dad begins to draw the most horrible pictures of the type that she decided to self-drink and this is her last message.
And you talk, call and tell some news.