Almost Impossible

Chapter Seventeen

*Possibly Impossible*

"My mother?" I barely whispered.
No it couldn't be.

My dad was sat frozen to his seat. Daina looked back and forth at us uncomfortably and Shane was indifferent.

"That what it says here." Shane said, handing me the card.
I took it with trembling hands, and as silence and tension enveloped the room, i read the letter.

How long has it been? Eight years?
I can't even begin to imagine what you look like now and how much you've grown. I miss you sweetheart. You might think i had forgotten all about you, but not one day goes by that i don't think about you.
And your father? How is he? You don't need to tell me, i know he's been married about fifteen times since i left. I don't blame him though. I blame myself, for leaving the most precious thing in life to chase after an illusion. Forgive my princess. Forgive me for denying you the privilege to grow up with a mother.
I am not welcome in your life again. Your father made that very clear to me when i came to see you and he told me you never want to see me. All i ask is your forgiveness. I hope you like the present i got you.
Merry Christmas my darling.

With love
Your mother.

I glanced at my dad with glassy eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked in a barely audible voice. My throat burned and hot tears of fury treathened to roll down my cheeks.

He understood what i was talking about and he hung his head. "I didn't think you needed to know."

His words filled me with so much rage i didn't think i could feel. "My mother came to see me... and you didn't think i needed to know?" i yelled. Anger radiated through my every being.

"You were better off without her. The only thing she would have brought is more pain and suffering."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You made me believe my mum wanted nothing to do with me. You made me believe i was a burden to her. Why dad? For your own selfish reasons?" I said cruelly, i'd giving up on holding back the tears. They were rolling down my cheeks freely.

"I did it for you Mitchie... i didn't want you to suffer."

I scoffed. "Suffering is what i went through everytime you brought a new woman to the house." I blurted. I didn't mean to say that, but now it was in the open, i couldn't stop.
"You have no idea how it felt to be present at every one of your marriages and divorces. You don't know what kind of reputation that earned me in middle school." I laughed bitterly. "I was the daughter of a manslut."

"Mitchelle!" Daina scolded. "Don't say such things to your father."

"Oh shut up." I said to Daina. "You have no right to tell me what to do... You are just my father's latest conquest." I said spitefully.

"Enough! I won't let you speak to Daina in that manner. I'm not going to put up with this rotten attitude. So you better leave before i hit you."

And i left. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door hard behind me. I jumped on the bed and buried my face in my pillow and cried for all i was worth.

All this time i thought she hated me. I thought she wanted nothing to do with me. How could he have made me think that?
Memories of when i was little filled my brain. All the christmases we had, all the happiness and laughter. And then the constant arguments between my parents that never ceased.
One morning when she didn't come to wake me up. I knew something was wrong. He told me she left without saying goodbye.
Most of the women after my mum i didn't like them. They all cared only about themselves and my father. They never paid much attention to me. They never cared about me. It made me miss my mum even more. But it stopped bothering me after a while.
Then he married Daina.
Daina was the perfect mother figure, not that i needed one any more. She loved my dad and treated me like a daughter. I should never have spoken to her in that manner.