Don’t Heal My Broken Heart

dadNo one told me that he was there. So, when I came home, it was a surprise seeing him standing there, by the window. I looked around, looking for Mom. She was not there.

“Where is Mom?” I asked.

“She went to Lisa’s.”

Lisa was Mom’s best friend.

“Why do you come here?”

“To apologize.”

“After these five years, you think, it’s that easy?”

“I had no choice.”


He grabbed my hand, right when I was about to leave the house. Then, those images came to my mind, those that hurt me most.

“Let me go!”

“You have to know the truth.”

“I know the truth.”

“No, you don’t.”

He held me tight. I tried to free myself, but failed.

“She cheated. That’s why I left.”

His voice was like thunder in my ears.


“I wanted to take you with me. But, at that time, you hated me. You saw me slapping her. But, that was because she was cheating. So, I had to leave. I was totally hurt.”

He let me go, but I didn’t run.


He hugged me. I hugged him back. Just like old times. Then, his story flew like all the water in the river, ended in my heart. I saw him differently. Yet, I didn’t know how I would see my Mom after all his explanation.

Would she be guiltier than him? Or, was he guiltier for telling all those right when I managed to heal my broken heart after he left?

I just didn’t know.


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