'The Indian Camp' - Sequel

When Nick returned from the camp, it was late, and he immediately went to bed. In the morning the kitchen had a strong smell of coffee. Nick went downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother had made breakfast. He sat down to eat breakfast. His mother kissed him on his cheek. “How was it yesterday? Did you learn something new?, his mother asked. Nick didn’t know what to say. They could hear someone coming down the stairs. His father came in the kitchen and sat down at the end of the table. He took a sip of his coffee and started eating. Nick could see the circles under his eyes. His father hadn’t slept well. The only thing Nick could think of, was what happened yesterday. He kept thinking about the man who committed suicide, and why he did it. His curiosity was eating him up. “Why don’t you eat, Nick?” his father asked. “I will”, Nick answered. “We are going to a funeral later on today, Nick” “A funeral?” Nick repeated. “I’ve never been to one before” “I know, but things have changed. In the future you will” The time went by fast. Nick and his father were getting ready for the funeral. Nick had never been to one before in his life. “Come on Nick, let’s go”, his father said. He was dressed in Black. Almost everything was black except his shoes. Nick had been told to dress in Black, as well. They went out. Not a word had been said during the walk, but suddenly Nick said something. “Dad, what about Uncle George. Why did he stay?” His father took a break before he responded. "Uncle George did something wrong Nick, and he needs to take responsibility for it. Do you understand?" “I don’t think I understand dad. Is that why he stayed in the Camp?" “Yes. When you get older Nick, you will understand, but for now just forget it. Forget what happened in the Indian Camp. I’m sorry I brought you with me. Next time it will be better, I Promise”. Nick had hoped that there would be no next time. He was sure, that he didn’t want be a doctor. "But why did he kill himself dad, if he didn't even see his child" "Maybe he didn't want to see the Child for a reason" Nick suddenly remembered that the baby, even though it was covered in blood, didn’t match the skin tone of an indian, but he didn't ask any further questions. They arrived to the Church. When they entered people had already sat down, and the funeral started. Close family members of the dead man, held speeches about him and his life. Later, people who knew the dead man went up to the dead man and expressed their condolences to the family. Nick could see the dead man in the chest, and he felt uncomfortable looking at him. He got chills all over his body. It reminded him of the man who committed suicide. “Did he kill himself?” “No Nickie, why would you think that?” “I just thought.. What then?” "He had cancer. A sickness that is very common. Many people die of it every year" "I didn't know that" Nick Said, looking all confused. All the time he had been thinking that he was immortal. "You can die of many things son, because life is dangerous. Your life is pressures. You need to make it useful, like me. There will always be a need for a doctor". Nick nodded.