Sandra
“I don't know what he will do, Mom. And I don’t know that he should. What if I betray him again in a moment of weakness?” Forget about worrying about whether or not he can trust me. I don't know if I can trust myself.
“People do strange things when they're stressed out and grieving, and trust me, what you've felt finding out your father was in the hospital was absolutely grief.” Mom lets me go and steps back, but not before cradling my cheek in her hand and giving me a warm, gentle smile.
“He's a grown man. He will either come to terms with things or he won't. He'll either forgive you or he won't. You don't have control over any of that and I don't think stressing about it's going to help.”
“You need to wash your hands again. You still smell like fish.” I say the words with a b
