“That is your mother, Gavin,” he whispered kindly. “Naturally, you deserve to see her face.”
She possessed warm dark eyes and reddish-brown hair that flowed down her back. She appeared like a model from a hair product ad—gorgeous, relaxed, and completely unaffected by hardship.
“What made her go away?” I questioned.
He took a seat next to me and released a gentle breath.
“Occasionally, individuals make decisions we cannot figure out,” he explained. “That does not imply they are terrible humans. It merely shows… they were not prepared for the situation going on right then. Does that make sense to you?”
I recall being unsure of how to reply. Therefore, I simply moved my head in agreement.
“Are you angry at her, Dad?” I inquired.
“Not at all,” he replied, moving his head from side to side. “I simply care for you far more than I dislike her actions.”
Those words stayed with me forever. I could not completely grasp their meaning back then, but I certainly do today. That idea is what kept our lives intact. It showed me that true care is not about sticking around only when it is easy; it is about making the choice to remain, especially when things get difficult.
As for my father? He never left.
