He demanded that I apologise to her as she was only doing me a favour, by throwing away all of my deceased mother’s belongings. I couldn’t help but feel betrayed and hurt, as if my mother had been erased from our lives completely. My father had remarried soon after my mother had passed away, and I was struggling to accept the new woman in my life.
I tried to explain my feelings to my father, but he just couldn’t understand. He was so consumed by his new wife that he had forgotten the love he had once shared with my mother. I felt so helpless and alone, like I had been abandoned by the two people I had trusted the most.
I tried to move on, but it was hard. Everywhere I looked, I was reminded of my mother. The empty space in the house, the missing photographs on the wall, the absence of her voice. I wanted to forget the pain, but I couldn’t. I wanted to move on, but I was stuck in the same place.
My father tried to make things better, but it was too late. I had already lost my mother, and now I felt like I had lost my father too.
