Upon returning from a retreat with her spouse and child, Cassie discovers a strange message from her mother advising her to view a movie when she gets home. Cassie’s whole world changes when she presses play. In the end, she finds herself wondering whether of her parents is deserving of her forgiveness.
My father seemed flawless to me. He did more than I could have asked of him in every function. He was a business traveler who was constantly making time for me.
He would pat my nose tenderly and say, “You’re my little princess, Cassie.” “You are truly exceptional.”
My parents always made it a point to have family dinners, even with their hectic schedules.
Especially during the difficult divorces of my friends’ parents, it helped me stay grounded.
Over some handmade banana bread, I joked with my mother, “I think it’s a new trend.”
She laughed, “Cassie, divorce isn’t something to joke about.” “It’s rarely easy, painful, and traumatic.”
“I clarified that I meant it’s becoming more common.” “You know, kids living between two homes?”
I had no idea that the words I had spoken would seem to cast an odd shadow over our house.
My father left on a business trip shortly after that. We found out about his demise many hours later.
“How”? I insisted. “What took place?”
My mother said, clearly shaken, “I don’t know what to say, Cassie.”
“And right now?” I enquired. “How is the funeral going to go?”
She said, “I think we’ll skip it.” “Your father desired a modest beachside ceremony. Let’s comply with his wishes.
I didn’t comprehend her decision at first. But as time went on, I began to like the idea.
Observing my thoughtful look, my mother reprimanded me, saying, “You’re being difficult.”
“I’m not,” I emphasized. “I believe it to be a wise idea.”
I could have made a stronger case for something more complex, but what would be the purpose? Both of us were in mourning.
I reserved a cabin for a family vacation some months later. While my son and husband loved going camping, I much preferred the coziness of a cabin.
Romeo, our dog, spent the week with my mother.
The reprieve gave me new life. However, when I got back home, my mother was gone. Rather, I was met with a note.
Pay attention, Cassie. I apologize. — Mother
Curious, I watched the video by myself.
My father was depicted there, elderly and living.
I started to cry as I processed the realization.
My father revealed his covert life and deteriorating health on the tape.
Feeling bewildered and shocked, I went up to my mom.
“Elucidate,” I commanded.
After a moment of hesitation, she revealed the truth about my father’s covert life and her choice to maintain it that way.
I was reeling and wondering about everything.
I went to see my father to try to get some closure.
I listened to his memories, his regrets, and his love at his bedside.
I didn’t know if I could forgive him after he died.
Now that everything has settled, I’m thinking about forgiving my mother.
How would you respond?