Every Time My Father Hugged Me, My Mother Got Angry and Said, “Don’t Let Him Touch You So Much”… I Never Understood Why Until One Night I Saw What He Was Doing When He Thought We Were All Asleep… I Froze
There were medicine boxes on the table.
Documents.
Photographs of my mother.
Several envelopes.
And a small video camera.
My father picked up the camera, turned it on, and began speaking.
“September thirteenth. Today Claire once again forgot that Emily moved back home three months ago…”
I froze.
He continued.
“At six o’clock she asked me who I was. Ten minutes later she recognized me again. Tonight she became angry again when I hugged Emily…”
My hand flew to my mouth.
My father suddenly stopped.
Then he saw me standing in the doorway.
His expression changed instantly.
“Emily…”
I stepped inside.
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He switched off the camera.
“You weren’t supposed to see this.”
That sentence only frightened me more.
“Why are you recording Mom? Why are there medicines here? Why are you hiding all of this?”
My father stayed silent for a long moment.
Then he sat down.
For the first time, I noticed that his hands were trembling.
“Because your mother is sick, Emily.”
I didn’t understand.
“What?”
He picked up a folder from the desk and handed it to me.
I read the first page.
Then the second.
Then I went back to the first because my mind refused to process what I was seeing.
Several months earlier, my mother had been diagnosed with a neurological condition that was beginning to affect her memory, her emotions, and sometimes even her ability to interpret reality correctly.
Suddenly, everything began to make sense.
Her strange suspicions.
Her anger.
The days when she asked the same question several times.
The evening she had stood in the kitchen and suddenly asked me,
“Who are you?”
I had thought she was joking.
She wasn’t.
