HeartYou: How I Killed My Father

I killed my father. You left at age 3. Years later. John Doe in hospital. RN knows your face. You stole the Oxy. How could they forget. Hospital rings: “You know the John Doe?” John Doe is my father. John Doe is a vegetable. Choice is mine. Choice is mine. Live or die. So I pull the plug. ( x___x )♡