Follow @AlviSaying Follow @AlviSaying TRIPLE TEE TALES 1. Tree House Memories ”I could only hear the sound of three things, the ticking of the dusted clock, the spinning of the rusty fan, and the beating of my timid heart. And right when the door opened, I. . . . .” It was a damp day just like the ones on which I stayed at home and played chess with my father. I was with my brother and his wife (who I didn’t like much because she always tried to create a distance between my parents and my brother) at the time, since my parents had passed out a few months ago. My father died of a heart attack during a fight with sister-in-law for she misbehaved with my Mom (I don’t quite remember what it was about as I was a little kid back then). My mother, not being able to bear the pain, drank poison. It was a lot to go through being a seven year old. That evening, my brother had arranged an evening barbeque event on our backyard on celebration of my departure to The U.K. Our bac...