Goodread van Rafael Zoehler: een kort verhaal over life tips van een overleden vader.

Son, If you’re reading this, I’m dead. I’m sorry. I knew I was going to die. I didn’t want to tell you what was going to happen, I didn’t want to see you crying. Well, it looks like I’ve made it. I think that a man who’s about to die has the right to act a little bit selfish. Well, as you can see, I still have a lot to teach you. After all, you don’t know crap about anything. So I wrote these letters for you. You must not open them before the right moment, OK? This is our deal. I love you. Take care of your mom. You’re the man of the house now. Love, dad. PS: I didn’t write letters to your mom. She’s got my car.