That's why you hate my guts. You think I caused her death. The more you hate me, the more it shows how much you miss her.
So, all these years, you've never let go.
You never forget Mom, and you refuse to remarry,
But Dad...
Do you know?
In these years, I have also regretted it so much.
Many times I woke up in the night with tears in my eyes, breaking down and crying hysterically, regretting not giving Chelsea the doll.
I understand that I will never be forgiven because of an irreparable mistake.
But... Was it all my fault?
Arnold couldn't help but say, correcting my father, "It's clearly Chelsea's fault. She insisted on taking Rosa's toy. How can you blame Rosa for this? It was her mother who died!"
My father frowned and defended Chelsea, "Chelsea was so young at that time. What did she know? Rosa is her elder sister, and Rosa should know better. But what did she do? She got jealous and couldn't tolerate Chelsea at all."
Arnold retorted again, "Rosa is only two days older than Chelsea, right?"
"What do you mean?"
My father's face darkened.
Suddenly, the sound of the lunch box falling from Chelsea's hand attracted everyone's attention, ending their conversation.