Mom always said that Dad had stopped at nothing to pursue her, and that he hadn’t married her for the right reasons, but only for money.
But the day Dad suddenly suffered a heart attack, Mom, the hospital director, wouldn’t let the doctors operate on him.
In the end, Dad died horribly in his hospital room.
I called her and asked her to come see him one last time, but she sneered,
“Is there something wrong with you and your father? You’re putting on a show all the way to the grave just to scam me out of money? Have you no shame?”
When I came home carrying Dad’s urn, Mom was taking a family portrait with her childhood sweetheart and their child.
