Most of the part defines my story too. My father passed away due to a heart attack followed by being brain dead. Our viewpoints didn't match usually but that doesn't mean we didn't love or care for each other. After I lost him, I cried a lot because I could not be a good son and didn't talk to him much and didn't help in his new business. There were so many grievances. And my stutter returned with a bang. It has never been so bad as it is now. I never visited a speech therapist, my family never consulted with anyone for my speech disability and its cure. But now everyone is worried that it's so bad and I'm so helpless. But I know that soon this thing (and this bad time) shall pass.