Written for Friday Fictioneers!
He lived to die three times.
Once at the age of five. They made him watch his mother turn into ashes only to hand him the urn. His tiny little hand could barely hold it.
Then at the age of seven when he buried his father next to his mom.
At 29, fully grown and matured, he pumped his two-years-old’s heart like crazy, his wife exploding in tears by his side.
Then he died once more.