Daddy, Save Our Mom

“You think you can beg for forgiveness? No! Something like that isn’t forgiven,” he says firmly.

Each word is like hundreds of poisoned arrows in the heart.

— You must forgive me. For our daughters…— about what I found out about them purely by chance, I keep silent.

— Never!— his voice rises.

The equipment starts beeping, showing abnormally high heart rhythms.

— You died to me the moment I learned the truth. Better let my daughters grow up without a father and invent legends about him than learn what you really are.

— I saved you. I remember the moment after that terrible car crash, and a cold sweat runs along my spine. If I hadn’t happened to be there, Yulka wouldn’t have survived.

— After my discharge, you’ll get access to operations again, and you can fully show yourself. This is what you took the risk for and pulled me back from the other side—not for lies and imaginary feelings!

— They aren’t lies. And they aren’t imaginary,

I repeat.

— Despite everything, I love you.

— You’re lying! I don’t believe a word you say!”