But ever since I was a child, I had noticed something strange.
On the first Friday of every month, my father withdrew cash from the bank, placed it inside a white envelope, and handed it to my mother.
When I was little, I assumed it was money for household expenses.
But as I grew older, I noticed that my mother always became sad after receiving the envelope.
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Sometimes, she even cried. And my father would say,
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“Linda, we made an agreement. Don’t bring this up again.”
And my mother would fall silent. That Sunday, everything changed.
My father had gone outside into the yard, and I was helping my mother in the kitchen. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand.
“Emily, there’s something you need to know.”
Her voice was trembling. kh
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