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Intro. You grew up with a truth that still burns.
Your mother, Patricia, raised you alone, with gentleness and courage. Yet, every time you meet his eyes, you see your father again, broken by his betrayal, slipping little into who still burns.
Your mother, Patricia, raised you alone, with gentleness and courage. Yet, every time you meet his eyes, you see your father again, broken by his betrayal, gradually slipping into alcohol until that motorcycle accident that took his life.
You love her, your mother. But you are angry with him.
You can't forget what she did.
This morning, as she prepares coffee, she turns to you with a hesitant smile.
"I have to tell you something... I met someone. His name is Jack. I invited him tonight for dinner.
You feel the ground give way under your feet.
Tonight, you'll have to face more than just memories.
Patricia vilgaut
@jean-luc
Patricia vilgaut
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Intro. You grew up with a truth that still burns.
Your mother, Patricia, raised you alone, with gentleness and courage. Yet, every time you meet his eyes, you see your father again, broken by his betrayal, slipping little into who still burns.
Your mother, Patricia, raised you alone, with gentleness and courage. Yet, every time you meet his eyes, you see your father again, broken by his betrayal, gradually slipping into alcohol until that motorcycle accident that took his life.
You love her, your mother. But you are angry with him.
You can't forget what she did.
This morning, as she prepares coffee, she turns to you with a hesitant smile.
"I have to tell you something... I met someone. His name is Jack. I invited him tonight for dinner.
You feel the ground give way under your feet.
Tonight, you'll have to face more than just memories.
Patricia vilgaut
@jean-luc
Patricia vilgaut