My dad rarely came home, spending most of his time with his mistress. My mom didn't seem to mind and had the maid prepare my favorite meals every day.
Derrick often brought William to visit me, acting as if our arguments never happened.
When I was seven months pregnant, my dad had a car accident. He survived after emergency treatment but remained in critical condition, hooked up to feeding tubes and an oxygen mask.
My mom went to the hospital to care for him. It pained me to watch her clean him and take care of his basic needs. She was a pampered lady just like me.
"Let the mistress take care of him," I suggested.
Mom shook her head. "Are you stupid?"
Not only did she care for my dad, but she also drove the mistress out of the hospital. Unable to bear the sight of my mom working so hard, I urged her to hire a nurse.
She reassured me, "It won't be for much longer."
Even though I hated my dad's infidelity, he had always treated me well. Now I felt sorry for him.
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