Romans & histoires Incompréhension

Disapproval of what, I have no idea. “What? What is wrong?” “You don’t see it, do you?” he whispers nervously. I furrow my brows. “Everett, what are you talking about?” “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” Everett lets go of me and crawls up the bed, slipping under the covers. I don’t move. I am confused. I don’t see what? What is he talking about? It must be drunken gibberish. I shake my head and exit the room, making sure the door is locked and get him some water before returning to the bedroom. Everett is crashed out, snoring away. Switching the light off, I set the water next to his side of the bed before I climb in.

Anything. Nothing.

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

Was independence worth losing everything she had here? The truth however was, hard. Hard and bitter. Bitter and inedible. That he fit her, like a right key inside a right lock, like a sea into the endless horizon, like a hand in a hand, fingers in fingers. He did not understand her, but did not hate her for it. He did not admire her, but never stopped loving her for it. Silence with him felt better than words with others, anger with him more peaceful than happiness. The realisation made her more furious. It could never be. That was never the plan. Acceptance was never the plan.

This is just insane. **********

I feel my eyes itch, my throat closing up at the sight of my mother regretting her life. The regret she carries like a ball and chain is something I never wanted to feel. She knew she'd be buried with that, no matter how many times she apologized for it. The one thing I could do for her right now to take off maybe even a link of that burden was telling her thatI understood. Tout comprendre c'est tout pardonner. To understand all is to forgive all. "I know you are, mama,"I squeezed her

"Why?" Don looked at him. "Because understanding it closes the last door," he said. "The door I am still not entirely through. The one that is — not about anger, not about grief, but about the incomprehensibility of it. How a person looks at two people who love each other and sees a portfolio opportunity." He breathed. "Understanding doesn't excuse it. But it closes the door. And I want the door closed."

The president saw that he could not answer or maybe not willing to answer, so he said “ Actually, the people we see in the news that enter domains do not actually enter it. The moment they go inside, some kind of force rejects them after only some time. It could be the case that it does not consider them up to the caliber. Maybe they don’t contain something that is required”