Love and Revenge: When His First Love Keeps Challenging Me

It was a hot summer day. My husband told my father that he wanted some watermelons my father grew back at my hometown.

Dad rode his tricycle into town under the scorching sun, and collapsed because of heatstroke on his way.

My father was about to draw his last breath when I finally made it to the hospital.

"Chris wanted some melons I planted. Remember to take them over to him..."

After finishing that sentence, Dad closed his eyes forever.

I called Christian only to hear him grumble, "Where's Dad already? We're still waiting for his watermelons!"