Theresa was still holding her phone to her ears while lying in bed. It had been several minutes when Chad called and she can still hear those last words that he said.
She was something worth fighting for.
She wondered if her Mom felt that way too? If ever she considered having her as a daughter worth fighting for.
It has been almost two decades since her mother left. She was too young to comprehend the reasons behind her choice and was too afraid to hurt his feelings merely by bringing up the issue. Even when she was a teenager. She didn’t trouble her father with questions on why her mother left.
But not asking does not necessarily mean that she was not thinking of her. She does. Constantly. She always thought about how her Mom would react to the things that she did. She often wonders
