Around three in the morning, I stop reading, I turn off the lights, and sometimes I say to my father: I hope you are in a better place.

Since my parents lived in a house in the country about an hour from the city, the kitchen was full of flies and yellow tape hung from the ceiling where the flies would get trapped, die, and die. It was scary to see so many flies flying over…

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