𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀The ride to Yuma, Arizona, felt much longer than I expected. Every mile stretched endlessly, like the road itself was trying to test my resolve. This would be the first time I'd see Dad since he and Mom separated.I had always desperately wanted to visit him, even if it was just for a day. Just a few hours in his presence would have been enough. But Mom always condemned the idea, saying my dad would be of no use to me.Before the divorce, before the ugly separation, Dad had been the better parent. Mom was barely home. It was Dad who took care of me, Dad who showed up.When I was seven and got terribly sick, almost at the brink of death... it was Dad who stayed by my side.Mom barely visited me in the hospital. She always claimed to be busy, and whenever she did drop by, she would scold me that if I wanted to be successful, I shouldn't let a minor illness weigh me down.It wasn't even a minor sickness. It was pneumonia, something that could have killed me. But Mom never care
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