Reminiscence I

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Dad, what is this? Who is she?
"It's nothing. Don't tell your mom."
      I run downstairs and reach for the phone.
Mom gets home.

"WHO WAS THAT WOMAN!?"
"It's no one, Cath. STOP OVERREACTING!"
      He raises his arm, about to hit Mom.
DAD, STOP!
"Stay out of this, Blake."
NO! You're hurting her!
      He calms down.
"She was a colleague. We were in love. I'm sorry, Cath."
"How dare you, Thomas!"
"I'm sorry."
      He leaves the house, my mom is emotional, only me to embrace. We sit on the couch, together, embracing each other as we lost a part of ourselves."

I don't want my mom to feel this again.
Will.
Take care of her.
     

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