Now that’s my kind of lullaby! Way better than those sad bedtime stories Mom used to tell me.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
This time, Tanya had both gotten a beating and lost blood. She had lost both the battle and the war.
Furious, she turned off her phone and stormed out of the house.
I gave my dad a sympathetic shoulder rub and said softly.
“Mom’s getting more and more unreasonable.”
“You work so hard to make her happy, and she still gets mad at you! I’m different. I just want to take care of you!”
I winked at the empty spot where Mom’s ghost used to be.
“Dad, you should take some time to relax. How about checking out an art exhibit?”
I gently massaged his temples.
“When I grow up, I’ll take you to see art exhibits all over the world, just like you support all my hobbies without question!”
“You’re the best, Dad! Unlike Grandma, who always makes you do things her way!”
My dad suddenly froze, his gaze drifting through the floor-to-ceiling windows as if he were seeing that grassy field from over a decade ago.
As a child, he was forced to learn piano, and as he grew up, he was pushed into finance.
But his real passion was painting.