The Door of Mysteries

It's been a month since my father died because of an unknown disease. Since then, we've been living a stressful life with my mother, we've been fighting for justice to save my father's inventions against his co-workers who's trying to steal it from him without giving him some credits. It wasn't easy, we almost run out money and my mother even got sick because of so much to worry about. She couldn't eat nor sleep thinking of a way to bring my father's inventions back not knowing she's putting herself at risk. Dad, can you tell me a bed Time story? Sure. He said and lay down beside me, letting his arm be my pillow. What do you want me to tell you? he asked. . Hmm... how did you become a scientist when science is a headache? I asked him and he just smiled. I was an inventor at first, but there are certain things that I need to learn in able to invent things, like science. So, after you were born I switched my profession and become a scientist. science may be a headache but it is fun. And you are my very best and my favorite creation of all my creations. Remember that.' He said and poked my nose. I giggled. You are awesome!'' I said to him. Oh yeah? you are awesome too! he replied. I was about to hug him, but I couldn't touch him. he looked at me and asked what's wrong? I tried to touch him again, but still nothing. I can't touch you. I said with a teary eye. It's okay I'm here. He said while still smiling. I wiped the tears on my cheeks and eyes, but when I opened my eyes he's nowhere to be found. I looked around my room, under my bed, inside my cabinet and behind my door, but he weren't there. Dad!? I shouted. But no one answers. I've been running and running around our house, but no one was there. The walls are coming closer to me, the floors are breaking and falling and the doors were closing. I couldn't escape. I was trapped. suddenly it all went black. I couldn't see anything, I walked and walked but I couldn't see any light, nor walls to lean on. Hello? but I can only hear my own voice echoed. It's like I was in a box. A sudden light appears in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes and found myself dreaming. just a dream... I murmured. I got up from my bed and head towards the kitchen. mom? I shouted. but no response. I saw a note on the table from my mom. it says, Archer, I went out early because I have important things to do. There is bread and jam on the fridge, help yourself because you're old enough. from mom. I let out a sigh and grab the bread and jam for my breakfast. Since my father died, I've been having strange dreams about him. I even take pills to avoid such, but there's no use, I'm still dreaming of him even with or without pills. I even dreamt about him waving on me, and saying 'find me' is he trying to tell me to follow him and find him? hah! crazy. I shook my head and continue putting the jam above my bread.