Singing in the Rain From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Mothers & Daughters By Marla H. Thurman I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing. ~William James It had been months since my dad went to work one night and never came home, but we were nowhere near over the divorce. My siblings didn't talk about it. Kelly went out a lot and my brothers, John and Matthew, just sort of wandered around doing what they always did, but in a kind of fog. My mother cried night after night. Of course it would affect her differently. She had not had a clue Daddy was leaving. The shock of it alone made her cry. She screamed a lot, too, misdirecting her anger at my dad towards us, mostly me. It was one of the hazards of being the oldest child. (Keep reading) |
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