Before they left for Europe, I turned to my mother and father angrily and said,
“How can you just leave us in the lurch like this?
After everything, I thought family always came first!”
Those words echoed in the silent kitchen, mingling with the sound of the ticking clock and the distant hum of evening traffic.
I never imagined that this conversation would mark the beginning of a long
, winding journey—a journey through betrayal,
heartache, and, ultimately, the painful process of understanding.