"Mom, what kind of stupidity is this?" I snapped, looking directly into her eyes.

My eyes asked the questions I couldn’t even articulate, needing her to give me a clear answer.

"Sweetheart... w-we’ve made up..."

She tried to look away, but I grabbed her by both arms.

"Is that it, Mom? After everything he did to us, that's it? You're just going to forgive him like that?"

I couldn’t understand what was going through my mom's mind. I could have understood if it were just a simple fight, ...