Iris
Discovering my father's vulnerability during such a sorrowful time in our lives is a new experience for me.
Of course, I knew about the infinite love he had for my mother, it was so obvious, you could see and feel it from a mile away.
When she died, everything was bewildering for me. I didn't know how to deal with my own loss. I found refuge and felt safe with Dad, but I was also sad not to see him react, as if nothing had happened.
Now I understand that it was his mask to avoid breaking down in front of us, so that his little children wouldn't see him sad. I imagine how difficult it must have been for him to hold in all the pain he had.
I wipe the tears from my cheeks.
"Do you want us to continue talking in your office?" I nod at his words.
My life once came to light in a hosp
