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.

day of enrollment, my dad handed me a thick stack

now. Don't come

nodded and

severed the blood ties between

classmates praised me for being

that I could stay

this

but only I knew—I was too scared

of the funeral, I

still have abandoned

the years, I've grown used to

laughed freely

would lose something even

let out a

my heart for so long,

usual faint smile

tone was

You were only

a little puzzled.

said, "Crying and laughing

no one ever let you be

it struck me like a

funeral, my dad stopped speaking to me for a

was born, my needs were always

I had to juggle my studies and

realized there wasn't a single moment when I had been cared

knew I had no one to rely on, so I understood that my tears and laughter didn't matter

was better to bury

my head,

now. It's impossible

laugh when I want to laugh,

as I finished speaking, a sudden jolt ran

out a strange yelp and turned

was Joseph poking my

a playful smile, he

to dodge, but he

there was a switch on my waist-I

hard I tried to keep

burst out like a

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