I always had a feeling that Dad never really loved me. When I was younger, Mom was the one who spent all of her time with me; it even reached the point where people thought she was a single mother. Anytime my dad had to put any effort into me, it seemed like an issue.
From the parent-teacher conferences, musical recitals, and even my fifteenth birthday, he showed no interest, if he even decided to show up at all.
With the approaching storm, it really felt like he didn’t care about me.
Mom drew another card from the middle pile and skipped her turn. I squinted and watched her, “You’re planning something, aren’t you?”
Her smug smile and raised eyebrow gave it all away, “You’ll see in three turns.”
Part of me wanted to play my hand, but another part wanted to keep it just in case things backfired. The next few turns were played in silence, both of us trying to figure out one another.
Dad’s loud sigh broke the silence as he got up from his lounger, “I’m gonna go wash off Sally.”
“Why?” Mom asked.
“Just feel like it.”
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