"We've lived together for so many years. Even if he doesn't love us, doesn't he have any sense of responsibility? You are his daughter! Did he ever think... what would happen to us after he left?"
As she spoke, she started crying again.
I patted her, noticing how her once proud back now trembled, appearing so thin and fragile.
"Mom, divorce Dad. I am confident that you will win. I will always be with you.
"He doesn't love us, and we don't love him. No one is indispensable!"
Mom looked up, her eyes swollen and red, and nodded gently.
I was afraid that Mom might still soften her heart, so I confessed my experience of being reborn.
After Mom's death, I was left alone and helpless.
Dad, knowing that Mom had died after paying off the debt, came back flaunting his life with Tammy and her child.
Grandma had always favored boys over girls, and Dad had a preference for them too.
I was relegated to sleeping in a storage closet and was fed leftovers.
It was even worse when I competed in a school physics competition with Tammy's child, Louis Dunbar, and Dad tampered with the scores to secure a recommendation for him.