Autobiographical Essay: Can Fathers Deserve To Die?

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I never thought I’d find myself holding a gun let alone shooting it. Daddy had always kept it safely locked away in the cabinet in the shed. He was a good man my daddy, always abiding by the law. He didn’t deserve to die. Yet that’s how I found him on that hot December morning. Face down surrounded by his mob of Merino, sheers still clasped between his worn hands. Then I looked up and saw you. Submerging yourself into the blue gums, away from prying eyes. But those leaves could shield the gleam of your rifles muzzle or the blood on your shirt. It took three days for the troopers to get here. By then you were long gone. I begged them to take me with them but the constable just patted me on the head and told me to go inside and make my mother

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