"If they ask where Momma is, you don't have to answer them sweetheart."
I shake my head and my lips turned into a thin line.
"I have to answer them Dad; it would be considered as rude if I don't."
"You don't have to push yourself to answer. I know how hard it is for you to talk about her."
I gave him a cold look and scowled.
"So you're telling me that you would be able to talk about Irene without losing your mind?"
My father glanced back at me through the review mirror.
"I already had lost my mind after your mother's death, so I have nothing else to lose. I've been cursed with a blank space in my life, and nothing is ever going to be same without her."
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
