“MY HOME WAS RUINED!”

Bursting into tears, I yelled my agony.

The pain I went through all because my mother destroyed a life and I had to pay for the consequences.

Flinching when I raised my voice, she narrowed her eyes in compassion. Covering my eyes with my hands, I fell on my seat, tears recollecting as I sobbed feebly.

“Why… Did you remain silent? Why didn’t you tell ‘me’?” She whispered, taking my wrist in her hands and pulling them down to stare properly at my deeply grieved expression.

“That incident turned her suicidal. We forced my mother to eradicate this memory. She vaguely remembered so I kept the...