Chapter 28
We had cried until we couldn't anymore and only after that did we sit down. She sat back in her rocking chair and I sat in a rocking chair across from them so I could face them. My father didn't recognize me. In fact he'd frowned and shouted at me when my mother was crying. I was glad that even though he didn't remember me, he remembered her and he protected her. We sat there for a long time, just silent and enjoying each other's presence. I needed to get things off my chest and I knew I could trust them. I wanted to hear my mother give me advice and I wanted to hear my father give me some words of wisdom. I cleared my throat, speaking for the first time since I've gotten here, "I've met a woman," I croaked out, breaking the silence. I met my mother's eyes and I saw a spark in them as s
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