“It’s just the way she left today. She told me to do a better job at loving her.” A tear escapes my eye and rolls down my cheek.

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“I’m home.” I hear from the front door as I sit on the sofa to face my daughter from this morning’s mishap.

“Hey sweetie.”

“Is everything ok?” She asks me while dropping her backpack on the floor.

“We should talk.”

“What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything.” I chuckle softly.

“What did you do?”

I turn away then look up at the ceiling while I rub my forehead; this child is definitely my daughter.

“There’s something I should tell you.”

“Ok.” She says, stepping closer.

“Come take a seat.” I pat the sofa and gesture at her to sit next to me.

“So what’s up?” She asks me while looking with concern on her face.

“I lied to you this morning.”

“About what?”

“About why I was on this sofa.”

“So why were you on the sofa when I came down here?”

“Because.. Mama T was in my bed.”

I can see the confusion written all over her face.

“What!” Her voice exhales in shock.

“I have to confess something.”

The room fills with silence as she continues to listen to me.

“It’s probably not my right to tell you but I want to make this as easy on Mama T as I can. Carrie and her are no longer together sweetie.”

“Mom, what happened?”

“It’s something I feel so bad for but Carrie knows I’m still in love with your mom.”

“Wait what?” Angie jumps to her feet. “Is this what this whole adult conversation was about last night?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you guys not tell me anything?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“That’s not the point.” Angie sighs while running her hand through her hair.

“I thought it was best for you to hear it from me. I didn’t want to sugar coat anything, I understand you are old enough now to understand.”

“But you guys still treat me like I’m a little kid.”

“We do it to protect you.”

“Is Mama T still here?” She asks me while looking around.

“No, she left. And I haven’t talked to her since she left.”

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