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.

dad handed me a thick stack of money

now.

and counted it-30,000

the

my teachers and classmates praised me for being well-suited to be

that I could stay calm

this

only I

of the

he still have

the years, I've grown used to

ever laughed freely again or shed

would lose something

this point, I let out

for so

usual faint smile at the corners of his lips had

tone was

You were only

a little puzzled.

and laughing

yourself because no one ever let you be

voice was soft, but it struck

funeral, my dad stopped speaking to me for a long

my sister was born, my needs were always pushed

my studies and find

a single moment when

I understood that my tears

was better to bury

head, I

but I'm an adult now. It's impossible to

laugh, or cry

jolt ran through

strange yelp

Joseph poking my

a playful smile, he said, "Who says it's

dodge, but

switch on my waist-I

to

burst out like

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