55. malavan past

After we ventured into the unknown endless water in search of paradise, a place where we could live free, where I could live free. That's what I was told, but soon came to realize that it was a lie. Mother lied to me; there was no paradise out there, that wasn't the only lie she told. No, there was another, one worse,

'Your papa will soon return,' she said. I waited and waited, day after day, month after month, year after year, but he never did return.

I suppose he died.

I demanded an answer from Mother, 'Is my papa dead or not?' and she confirmed my assumptions. He died long ago.

At first, I was angry at her for the lies she had told me, but after a while, I forgave her. I understood the reason why she lied to me; she must have believed I wouldn't be able to withstand my father's death.