Good Son

The doctor comes out from the operation room and father asks, “Doctor!”

He nods his head with an emotion of relief, “He is out of danger. Not in pain anymore!”

The father closes his eyes with tears, “Thank god! Thank god for my son…”

“You can go and see him!”

The father enters the operation room and looks at his son’s bed. He touches his face and smiles at him and suddenly breaks down and holds his dead son’s hand, “Forgive me, my son! Forgive me, Good Son! We had to take away all the pain from you!”

***Written for Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge, Week 13

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