Cruel Husband, I Don’t Want It Anymore!

On a typhoon day, my husband rang our son at school out of the blue, craving oranges, and told him to grab some.

Our boy battled the gale and downpour to fetch the oranges, but got nailed by a falling tree on route.

By the time I got wind of it and dashed to the hospital, he was gasping his final breaths.

"Dad craved oranges, but I messed up. Sorry..."

He couldn't get the words out before he slipped away, still clutching the shattered oranges.

Tears streaming, I blew up my husband's phone till he finally answered. His first words? "Which part of your body is super sensitive?"