It wasn’t.
It was survival.
Our parents didn’t die. They didn’t disappear in some tragic accident people could mourn properly. They simply faded out of our lives in stages—emotionally first, financially second, physically last. Familycounseling services
My father left pursuing a business venture he never bothered finishing the explanation for. My mother followed a new marriage that required “no prior attachments,” which apparently included her two daughters.
And just like that, I was left carrying everything they walked away from.
Especially Lily.
She was eight.
Confused.
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