I switched classes with another teacher. I didn't want the children's lessons affected by my own problems.
For two days, I avoided them.
Then, on the final day, my mother came to find me. This time, she didn't scream.
She simply stood there and said, "Fine. You and your father really are cut from the same cloth. He left just like that and didn't call once in twenty years. And you did the same thing, ran away without even saying goodbye. People like you two... You can never be grateful. You can never be held onto."
She looked away for a moment.
"When your father left, you were only eight years old. You cried the entire night. I tried everything, and I still couldn't calm you down. Do you know what I was thinking back then? I was wondering if, one day, you would grow up and leave me too
