Mom, Ethan, and Sophia returned, hands full of shopping bags.“Mom, don’t worry. Today we’ll just relax—don’t stress about Dad.”“Oh, my sweet little Sophia, always so thoughtful. He wants a divorce, but mark my words, in a few days, he’ll be begging me to come back. “Yes, I made a mistake, but their attitude… what’s going on?”“Mom, if you ask me, Dad was just speaking in anger. Don’t worry about it…”The scene was almost laughable. I wondered if Mom, once she learned the truth, could still stroll through the streets so cheerfully with the very people who had caused Grandpa’s death.Looking at my gentle, composed Mom, I felt a pang of sadness. She had always been this way—warm and generous to everyone except me.A tear slipped down my cheek, dripping onto my hand. I shook myself, picked up my bag, and continued on my way.…Back home, Dad’s divorce agreement lay on the table.“Dad… you and Mom…”“I’ve already signed it. Someone will deliver it to her soon. After all th
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