“But…why did you…I don’t—why didn’t you tell me?” “Because if I told you that,” Mama said, squaring her shoulders, “I’d also have to tell you that that was the night your daddy found out he was sick. That he made me promise not to tell you—any of you. He begged me—and I loved him so much, loved you kids so much I said yes. Even though it killed me inside to do it. Even though a part of me died every single day I withheld the truth—” Mama’s eyes were bright with sorrow as a tear dashed down her cheek. And I realized, finally, what she was getting at. A mistake. His mistake. Hers too. “He asked
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