I Killed My Dad

When Dad went missing, my family panicked and wanted to call the police immediately.

I just lounged on the couch, watching TV, and said casually,

"Don't bother calling the cops. Dad is totally fine."

No matter how hard they pressed me, I dug my heels in and insisted nothing was wrong.

Three days passed, and Dad was still nowhere to be found.

The second Mom dialed 911, I snatched the phone from her hands and smashed it to pieces against the floor.

"If you dare call the police, Dad is a dead man!"

Dad was the kindest person in the world to me.