Ten Years After Death
Language: en
I had just returned to the country when I ran into my father and brother at the cemetery. It was the first time I’d seen them in ten years. They were there to visit the grave of my stepsister Melody’s dog. I was there to leave flowers for my mother, who had been dead for just as long. My father saw me, glanced behind me, and then sighed. “Here to visit your grandfather’s grave? Where’s your mother? It’s been ten years. Is she still angry?” The word ‘mother’ was a blade in my heart. My hands clenched into fists, and a hot sting filled my eyes. But I remembered what she’d told me before she…