My Dad's Ashes and Her Darn Dog

Summary

My father died in the line of duty during a confidential assignment and received the highest national honor.

I retrieved his ashes and escorted him home for burial.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the residential area, I collided with a woman.

The urn fell to the ground and injured her dog.

In the next second, her palm struck my face. “You lunatic, you killed my dog! Can you afford to pay with your worthless life? Hand over the urn while kneeling so my dog can rest in peace!”

I stood there in shock. Her dog had run into me without a leash, yet she tried to blame me.