After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Perhaps it was because he first shared his family stories so openly that I found it easier to speak.

Hesitating, I said,

"My mom passed away, and my dad, like yours, cut ties with me."

That year, at my mom's funeral, a sea of people came, all dressed in black.

The master of ceremonies gave a long eulogy, but I couldn't fully understand it. My mind wandered midway.

I remember looking at my mom's photo, where she seemed to smile at me, and I smiled back.

The next second, I was slapped to the ground by my father.

He roared, "Your mom's dead! How can you still smile?"

Everyone turned to look at me as if I were some kind of monster.

In that moment, I was terrified.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I bit my lips and didn't dare make a sound.

In the first year after my mom's passing, my dad often sat in the living room at night, flipping through her letters and photos.

By the second year, he had packed her belongings into a few boxes and pushed them into a dusty corner.

By the third year, he had remarried.

The new stepmom dumped the boxes into the yard, saying she wanted to burn them all.

I desperately rummaged through the pile and saved the camera, holding it tightly to my chest.

I burned myself in the process.

From then on, the camera became the only thing left of my mom.

Later, my younger sister was born.

The love and attention of the whole family shifted to her.

I grew up as if invisible, turning eighteen without anyone noticing.

I went to college to study medicine.

of enrollment, my dad handed me a thick stack of money

now. Don't

nodded and counted it-30,000

yuan severed the blood

classmates praised me for being

could stay

this became my professional

I knew—I was too scared to

if, on the day of the

still have

I've grown

I ever laughed freely again

something even more

point, I let out

heart for so long, had never been

smile at the

was unusually

have you forgotten? You were only

froze, a little

"Crying and laughing are

suppressing yourself because no one ever let you be

was soft, but it struck me like a

speaking to me for

my sister was born, my needs were

college, I had to juggle my studies and find ways to support

moment when I

to rely on, so I

to bury them

head,

an adult now. It's impossible to

laugh, or cry when I

I finished speaking, a sudden jolt ran through

strange yelp and turned

was Joseph poking

smile, he said,

tried to dodge,

a switch on my waist-I couldn't

to keep my

out like a deflating

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