Ex-wife, Please Come Back

But Tasha made no attempts to apologize. After all, an apology wouldn't change a thing. It would be pointless.

And now, she sat, not uttering a single word.

The only thing Tasha could do was cry. Tears continued to slide down her chin. All the bottled up emotions she felt began to get expressed in the form of tears.

Jacob held Sara in his arms. Even though she kept saying something hurtful to her mother, Jacob knew that was not what she really wanted to say. Otherwise, she wouldn't have shed tears for her mother.

"Are you hungry? I will take you out for lunch," he whispered in Sara's ear. Jacob knew how to deal with the present situation. He had noticed a shift in the atmosphere.

The resentment Carlos and Sara felt had disappeared.

"Yes. I am not hungry but we should go out for a walk," Sara said, composing herself. Her father and mother had been separated from each other for many years. She knew they needed to talk in private. It wasn't nice to disturb their privacy.

Jacob put his arm around Sara's shoulder and together they headed out of the ward. Once outside, Sara felt calm and stopped crying. The depressing atmosphere of the ward was left behind. Instead of talking, she stared blankly at the long corridor of the hospital. Restlessness clutched her.

Her thoughts were in a tumult. She knew this was just the beginning, not the end. Her father and she had a long way to go. For some reason, this thought brought her discomfort.

As Sara was immersed in these thoughts, Jacob followed her silently. He knew he couldn't do anything to dispel her sadness. But for Sara, his companionship was more than enough.

She walked at a snail's pace as if the mere act of walking required a lot of effort. Jacob didn't complain. Being someone who was used to walking fast, he had a hard time slowing himself down. He hoped she was feeling better.

Not wanting to disturb her thoughts, he didn't speak.

of relief. Even now, she didn't speed up. She continued to take slow steps, like

again. There was a part that hoped she would return to us, regretting her decision. But as years went by, I realized I was being stupid. And now that she is finally here, I

She was talking to herself more than to

through a hard time, Jacob simply listened to

hadn't come back, I would have imagined she is leading a good life. But now that

whole thing. However, when she spoke, her face was bereft of expression. There were many passers-by,

her. At present, she was drowning in pain.

out of her life. The day Tasha left home

mothers made it a point to accompany their children. Their fathers seldom came. In my case, it was different. It was my father who always attended these meetings. Sometimes when my father was too busy, I had to go alone. I sat there all alone, watching other children talk and laugh with their mothers. It was one of the most

life. This world

went to her father. He, like her, was miserable too. She thought about his life. 'Did he want to run a company? Or did his heart contain some other ambition?' she thought and shook her head. From what she knew, he wasn't the kind of man who had any dreams. He simply led a life doing what others expected

spent

mother has been out of our lives for more than ten years. I know my father. All these years he was waiting for her to return. When she left us, we thought she was perhaps angry with us and wanted a break. However, as days passed, we realized this wasn't temporary. She had no intention of

pains before. Keeping a secret within oneself was quite difficult. But uncovering the

not intending to make another person understand her, but hoping that could let

If she is already dead to me, why is it so hard for me to watch

a dejected look entered her face. Her position was difficult but there was someone else who had it worse. It was her father. How could he bear such a huge loss?

strong on the exterior. People assumed he was doing fine. But only Sara knew how much he suffered. He had been unhappy all these

quite sad whereas others had a wide smile plastered on their faces. 'Why is it so difficult for me

knew life wasn't easy for anyone. Everybody had their share of troubles. It wasn't the present trouble that scared most people. Instead, people worried one trouble after another would attack