I stood in the middle of the Childhood aisle of the storage house, still holding the memory jar in my hands. Even if I had already finished reliving the memory, my mind was still thinking and my heart was racing what I just saw.
The weight of that minor detail, a detail I didn't even think was the least bit important when that memory happened, bore down on me. I felt shivers running down my spine as a realization struck me like a heavy blow, causing my chest to hurt and my head to feel slightly dizzy.
It pained me to think that my Mom had been cheating on Dad for years before we learned the truth.
For the longest time, I blamed myself for destroying my family. The question, "What if I didn't show Dad the text?" bugged my mind. After all, they say ignorance is bliss and we could've pretended to be a happy family until the end. Maybe Dad could've lived a longer life if I didn't show it to him. Maybe my life could've been entirely different.
