Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the children's artwork on the fridge mocked her. She had a daughter, but her father had a daughter too. She stood there, frozen. The discovery of her half-sister had cracked her already fragile world.

She felt the familiar sting in her eyes. The sense of betrayal was sharp and raw. Her father's lies were not about his personal life; they were about her, her life, and what he thought she didn't deserve.

She slumped onto a chair, the wooden seat offering little comfort. Her fingers traced the lines of a drawing her own daughter had made. How was she supposed to be a good mother, now? She had to grapple with this truth.