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“See I told you, you’d be surprised. Yes, this is your mother. Your father, as cunning as he was, had his faults, but let’s not talk about him just now. I’m not done talking about your mother here.”
That was when I looked at her with a mixture of disgust and anguish. She seemed to be enjoying herself, or so it seemed. This whole thing repulsed me.
“Legend has it that only women of low-caste were turned into Churels. In Gujarat, India—”
“Wait, my mother was from Romania!”
“Is that what your father told you, Candra?”
God, how I wanted to smack that smirk off his face.
“Well, that’s what I…” I stopped again, keeping what I thought were secrets only for my knowledge, and kept mum.
“Your father held secrets from you even in his death. Pity.”
I couldn’t keep my silence anymore. “He h
