I'm disturbed by my apathy. Despite expecting to feel remorse, Mary's tears and anger left me emotionless. What unsettles me is the anger that rose within me, not sadness or guilt, but resentment toward her pain. Why did I react with indignation instead of empathy?
" Why did you do it? " The sudden question came from before me, and I looked up gently at my father. I have even forgotten I am in his large bedroom, standing right before him, awaiting his words.
After Mary had left, I followed my father in. He wouldn't take his breakfast, nor would anyone act normal because, of course, what I did was unheard of.
I stood still, wondering what he just said. I have just regained back my senses, so I would need him to repeat his question.
" What? " I asked and he raised an eyebrow in confu
