I knew that this decision would hurt you deeply, Mummy. I knew that you wanted me to forget and move on. It is what you had done. But, Mummy, I couldn’t. A part of me wanted to call you, reason with you, plead with you to see my perspective. But I knew that you didn’t want to hear any of it. I was angry with you, too. I didn’t see you as the casualty in the war between Papa and me anymore. I felt as if you had firmly chosen a side, and it wasn’t mine. You didn’t protect me anymore. I understood now that you protected him.
