It makes me very sad to see my father this way. His heart disease is really taking a toll on his life ad mine. He is getting older and weaker and I don’t think a man like him can make it much longer. His attitude sometimes makes me even more upset. I want to fulfill his request for a short story but I just can’t satisfy him. My writing style is different than Chekhov and Maupassant. I like to write stories in detail and description rather than straightforward.
If I’m writing about someone I know, I also like to write it truthfully. The story about our neighbor should not end in tragedy like my father would like it to end. Yes our neighbors did face a lot of problems in their life, but they have come a long way. What started out as a tragic story ended in happiness. I can face tragedy in my life, despite what my father says, I just think that there should not be tragedy in this story when both the characters have overcome their addictions. It’s not right to write an ending to a life of people who still have a lot of life to live.
I wonder what the story would sound like if my father wrote it. Would he make up the ending to be horrific and sad? I wish that he was well enough to write it himself because I am curious to see how he would write. It is really ironic that my father and I are talking about endings both fictionally and real because I’m not sure how long my father will live.
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