I spent the rest of my day acting normal in front of the people surrounding me. But when I’m alone, I zone out and spend most of my time contemplating things.

I looked at my mother’s picture on my wallet. If mom was alive, this is what she’d do, right? She’ll help my father forget all the painful things. Because that is how much she loves him, my father.

With a cold heart, I remember those times where mom would wait for him to go home. Scratch, both of us would wait for him to go home. ...