Drip...drip.. drip.. a black and red liquid water did start to appear on a grassy surface. A hands then did start to appear and on it is a huge wounds. Such hands is filled with wrinkle stating that he is old. The guy then did start to look above him and he starts to look back to his years. "So in the end, my family did once again killed me.". He then did stood up and he starts to kick his wound. "According to the old times, this wound will eventually heal.". I am dionysus cuyno. Son of lope s. Cuyno and floria calang cuyno. When I am young I am the oldest among the boys. I often tend to take care of the poultry on our fathers farm, while my younger brother is busy doing their job, playing at all times taking and having some fun. Eldest among the boys, I with my hands is assisting my father on their farmland. In my early years, we boys are trained to farm. The girls are spoiled brat. With my hands on early years I assisted my father on their farm. While I m doing my work the rest of them are like dons and Donias. Even in the death of my father, he is looking for me. However fate is such a horrible thing and me is left on the dark. My sister, myra c. Cuyno, driven with madness didnnot even helped me, Evelyn Allen which is on abroad did not even help me to reclaim my once position as a seafarer, the rest are useless shits. However I am proud that my son is now starting to show what is real. It is our civil rights and we were left unheard. I once remember my glorious years working in and out of the country hired by maersk company. Going to different portion of the world, doing business delivering cargo together with the seafarers. However in the year 2000, everything changes. I wish to heavens that they all must be punished. I wish it to the heavens all the times. I cried and cried for several times, being left unheard. Being neglected sometimes I would ask "Am I not a part of the family. Even their kids are even mocking me of who I am. They don't even know what my story is. However I have my fate on the heavens above. I could endure and will always endure. I have a genes that is not the same to them. I could only just submit it to the heavens will and hope my son to reveal their crimes.". The old man then did stood up and he starts to cover his wounds. With a blade on his hands. He starts to sheat it and start to go as it is.

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