truths about the family

Lyana

His dark eyes as shine with the request I can see the relief that takes his face when he receives a chance to speak. I raise my hand to stop him from starting.

"Listening to you doesn’t mean I’m forgiving you for all these years." I declare.

The hurt inside my chest is something I do not know if I can undo even if my entire life is a lie invented by the two people I loved most.

"I wonder how much it has hurt mostly me." He stares at mine as he runs his hand through his beard.

"No, you do not have the notion of how much but mainly by my mother I will listen to what you have to say," I say firmly.

He leans against the chair supporting his arms seems to analyze not only my words but every one of my gestures and expressions, today, I recall the way I always believed he knew everything about me, who was the most wonderful man in the world, and would always be present until he was not until his presence became a ghost and his words were missed.

"Your mother had just finished her