My father was very rich, but always busy. He was a single dad, my mom was late. So I was angry with him because when mom was sick, he was never there. He only sent money for the bills and never hurried back from his business trip to come take care of my mom.
I had to leave school and stop attending classes just to be beside my mother. I kept calling my father every day on my mom's phone for him to come back home and be beside my dearest mother.
I was told my mom needed someone to be beside her. The cleaner came only twice a week to clean the house and I was in the big mansion with my mom all alone. She started feeling better and the doctor told me to take her home, but she needed someone who would always be beside her too.
The sickness could aggravate or she could have another crisis, and each time she needed someone to give her the inhaler because she was sick and at the same time asthmatic. It was going to calm her down when she was finding it hard to breathe.
So while at home, my mom asked me to call my dad, to tell him it's almost a week since I have not gone to school, and he promised that he would arrive at the airport the next day, very early in the morning. Then rush home immediately and take care of mama. He assured me and mom that unfailingly he was going to be by her side.
So that morning, my mom insisted that I should go to school. I tried to deny, “Except dad returns home, mom. You know he has always told me he would make it during my performance at the ballet club, but he has never seen me dancing.”
I loved dancing and each time my father promised to come see my performance and assured me like three times but he never even came late. When I got angry, he told me that he had an urgent call or something came up.
It was true that mom trusted him more than I did, because he was her husband and she was worried about my future, so she told me, “Just leave the inhaler close to me. Your father will be here in no time. Please go to school, my daughter. If you do not go to school I will fall sick again.”
“Why will you be worried?” “Your future. And you know the doctor said I should not worry.”
To please Mom, I decided to go to school. At least I knew my father was surely going to be back because he assured me.
I went to school and was punished by the senior discipline master for my long absence. I was angry because my mother asked my dad to call the school and tell them the reason I was not at school, and he assured her he was going to call immediately, but he never did.
I started wondering if he really loved us, because I never knew what was going on. So I was worried, and after school I rushed home to mama, and when I got home my father's car was not parked in the courtyard—signs he was not there. I rushed to my mom's room and found her lying still with her hand struggling to grab the inhaler. She had shifted behind the bed during her sleep while the inhaler was on the stool beside her large bed. My mom never got up again, and my father only returned home the next day when my mom's relatives had come and taken her body to the mortuary. I was furious with dad, but he was less remorseful.
While I was still mourning and in deep hurt, my mom's body still at the morgue, I eavesdropped on my dad speaking to someone on the phone.
“I pleaded with you when you met me at the airport that my wife was sick, and I promised to be home in the morning; but you insisted that I had to spend the night with you first. You are my sweetheart, but she is still my wife. Now that she is no more, are you happy now?”
“I didn’t wish her bad, but it’s not our fault that we love each other. You didn’t do anything to her. She is asthmatic, and if God decided it was time for her to go, it’s His will. We can then feel free and be together soon.”
My father was talking with another woman like that, knowing I was in the house, that I could hear him. While my mom was still in the morgue.
During my mom's funeral, I saw my dad with that woman at the funeral. They were like hands in gloves to each other. I was so furious and hurt, but I decided not to create a scene.
After her burial, a week later, the same lady visited our house and spent three days sleeping in Daddy's room. I knew she was beautiful and seemed to pretend she loved dad. Maybe because of his wealth, but I was not sure she was genuine.
I detested her so much and made my intentions clear to her through my actions. And when my father introduced her as my future mom, I told him:
“I can never accept her to be my stepmom.”
A few days later, she was already living in the house. I heard her chatting on the phone and she said,
“If she doesn’t accept me as her stepmom, I will make sure her father, my sweetheart , focuses on me and lets me handle everything in the house. You know he always listens to me. I will convince him to sell her away and buy a puppy-dog instead. I prefer a puppy to her. You know dogs are loyal, but she might betray me.”
Six months later this woman will be a full wife in my daddy house, and I was surprised because my daddy gave this woman more time than Mommy when she's alive.
2 years later I don't know what happened between my daddy and this woman but what I know is that she has sell all my dad propertys and she relocate to abroad, that day my dad can't control himself anymore because he not knowing what he can do and I told him to see what he cause for himself I can't forget what he is saying that day he shouting that he has offended my mom and he's crying like a baby but now it is and my doing things together because he told me that he has learned his own lesson by force, it was my dad friend gather money for him to start his business back.
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