My Father Forced My Mother to Wear Only Long Sleeves and Fully Covered Clothes for 47 Years. After His Death, When I Saw My Mother’s Bare Arms for the First Time, I Immediately Reached for My Phone to Call the Police. My Mother Stopped Me, but What She Told Me Next Made Me Break Down in Tears…

Suddenly, I remembered the old wooden staircase.

And a loud noise.

But everything after that was a blur.

“That night, a fire broke out in the house,” my mother whispered.

I stopped breathing.

“I was in the kitchen. When I heard Daniel crying, I ran upstairs. You were standing in the hallway, terrified, while your little brother was still inside the bedroom.”

My mother looked down at her arms.

“I tried to reach him. My arms were badly injured, but I didn’t stop. I managed to get you outside through the back door. Then I went back for Daniel.”

Her voice broke.

“But it was already too late.”

I began crying.

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind.

My mother was carrying me through the yard.

Her face was darkened by smoke.

And I kept asking:

“Where’s Daniel?”

My mother continued.

“Your father arrived at the hospital after everything was over. When he saw me covered in bandages, he couldn’t even speak for a long time.”