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I arrived home after this long day. I just hope that there is a long time left until the next meeting. Surely, when that happens, he will no longer remember my existence. I look at the sky, praying for that to happen and for me to be able to return to my usual, normal life, where I don't have to hide from him, where I am invisible.
I sigh heavily. Sighing has become a habit for me.
"Honey," my mother greets me from the kitchen.
"Mom." I approached her, kissed her cheek, and then hugged her.
"Where's Dad?" I asked, picking up the salad and taking it to the dining room.
"Something happened with the building's plumbing connections. He'll be late today," she says, carrying our plates to the table.
"How was your day, my girl?" She looked at me, serving herself a salad.
"Well, Mom, t
