Emilia was running through the hallway with a little teddy bear. Sylvia was making tea. Michael repaired the broken handle of a cupboard without anyone begging him.
I watched them.
My kids.
The big and the little ones.
My family wasn't perfect.
It was through court, lies, fear and anger.
But he was left.
Not what I ever imagined.
More complicated.
More real.
And when Emilia came to me, she took my hand and said,
"Mom, where's Daddy Todor?"
I knelt in front of her.
"Daddy's in a place where he'll always be watching you.
Like the stars?
"Yes. Like the stars.
She thought.
Then he pointed out the window.
I’ll take him out of him at night.
I hugged her.
And I realized it was never too late for love.
But there is always time for the truth.
Disklamer: History is fiction. The names, characters, locations and events are created for dramatic narrative.
