"Yes, Ma. I'm on my way home. Where are you?" Dad was answering the phone. From his tone, it seemed like it was Grandma calling.
"Yes, Ryan will explain at home. Goodbye."
"Mom?" asked my mother, probing.
Dad nodded. "Yes."
"Mrs. Sonia must have told Mom."
"It seems so," Dad replied wearily. Mom looked in my direction. I lowered my face, not wanting to meet her gaze.
"What should we explain to Mom?" Mom turned to face Dad.
"Tell the truth. What else can we do?" Dad was still focused ahead, driving.
I heard Mom exhale slowly. This must be very hard for her and Dad.
Why don't I just disappear? Suddenly that feeling emerged again. A feeling of despair and guilt. Right? If I die, it's over. I won't be a burden to them. My eyes started to heat up again.
I sought forgiveness in my hear
