My mascara streaked down my cheeks, but I didn’t wipe it away. I simply stood there, water pooling at my shoes, staring at the daughter I once carried in my arms. She had just won ten million dollars in the state lottery. And now she looked at me as if I were nothing more than an unwanted guest.
Her new boyfriend stood behind her, arms folded, barely older than her oldest son. The mansion still smelled of paint, the “Sold” sign fresh in the yard. When she hurled my suitcase at me, it split open across her spotless entryway. My folded clothes spilled like trash on her marble floor. My toothbrush rolled into the gutter, abandoned.
“You’re a parasite,” she spat, eyes cold. “I worked for this. I won’t support you.”
The Weight of Silence
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