Chapter 2
Dad remained silent, finishing his last cigarette,
He seemed to have aged decades in days.
“Stop asking. Just forget this ever happened.”
“From now on, no one mentions her again.”
Mom had cried until she was nearly out of tears.
But she still demanded answers, her voice hoarse.
“She was my daughter too! Don’t I deserve to know her final words?”
“David Wilson, she’ll hate you for this!”
I thought Dad was being unreasonable too.
“Dad, whatever it is, we’re family. Don’t we have the right to know what she wrote?”
“Besides, why would Grandma just read the note and then…”
I couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
But before I could finish, Dad cut me off harshly.
He slammed his fist against the wall, eyes bloodshot, tone rigid.
“I told you, the note said nothing important. You don’t need to know.”
“As for your grandmother…”
Mentioning his deceased mother
Dad’s voice cracked, clearly heartbroken.
But quickly, as if remembering something, he closed his eyes.
“Your grandmother was old, getting confused.”
“Maybe after her sweetie died, she just didn’t want to live anymore.”
“That’s enough questions. This matter ends here!”
Dad retreated to his room with finality, refusing to mention my little sister again.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about that note and what my little sister had written.
Mom felt the same way.
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My Sister’s I get Words THAM TATL
Chapter 2
Three days later, Dad drank himself into oblivion, passed out on the bed.
Mom seized the opportunity to search him and found the note.
She opened it eagerly.
Then froze in place.
Watching Mom’s expression change dramatically, I anxiously asked.
“Mom, what did she write?”
There was no response. Mom seemed paralyzed with shock, standing motionless.
Growing impatient, I stepped forward to grab the paper.
But Mom’s reaction shocked me even more.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me blankly.
Her eyes were hollow and despairing.
Then she crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth.
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