LOST AND FOUND
"I glared out the window, my heart sinking as I watched my mom, Sophia, walk in with a strange man. He wasn't attractive, and his younger appearance only fueled my anger. Five months had passed since my dad, Alexander's, tragic death, and Sophia was already flirting with someone new.
As I watched Sophia and the stranger approach our house, my emotions boiled over. How could she move on so quickly? Didn't she still love Alexander? The pain and betrayal felt like a fresh wound.
I recalled the day we received the news. Sophia had called Alexander's office, and the panicked voice on the other end had sent chills down our spines. We rushed to the scene, only to find Alexander's lifeless body amidst shattered glass and chaos.
The days that followed were a blur of grief and tears. I had locked myself in my room, unable to process the loss. Now, seeing Sophia with another man, I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness.
I rushed downstairs, determined to confront Sophia. At 22, I was no longer a child, and I had every right to speak my mind. No one could replace Alexander, especially not now, when his memory was still so fresh.
'Mom, who is this?' I demanded, trying to keep my emotions in check.
Sophia looked up, startled, but I saw a flicker of guilt in her eyes.
'This is... Julian,' she stammered.
'What's going on here?' I pressed on.
Sophia sighed, 'Let's talk inside.'
As we stepped into the house, I noticed Julian's awkward smile and the way he avoided eye contact. My distrust grew.
'Mom, you can't be serious,' I said, my voice shaking. 'It's too soon. Alexander's memory deserves respect.'
Sophia's expression softened, but I saw determination in her eyes.
'Ava, I understand your concerns, but I've been lonely. Julian makes me happy.'
I felt a pang of sadness, realizing Sophia had moved on without even consoling me.
'I need time to process this,' I said, turning away.
As I walked back to my room, I knew this conversation was only the beginning."
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