Were you angry?
My mother smiled faintly.
“A lot.
Something inside me turned cold.
“Mom, why didn’t you ever tell us?”
She looked at me.
Because I didn’t want to.
“For thirty years?”
"Yes.
Did Dad force you?
My mother was silent again.
And, somehow, that silence scared me more than anything I could have said.
I went out into the hallway.
My father was sitting in a chair, his hands resting on his knees.
"Dad.
He looked up.
Why did you forbid Mom from eating bread and salt for thirty years?
He did not respond immediately.
Did he tell you?
“And he didn’t tell you anything else?”
My anger grew.
What more was he supposed to tell me?
My father nodded slowly.
“I see.
His calm angered me even more.
“Aren’t you even going to defend yourself?”
