I know l can’t have her, l know she’s much older, but she’s so beautiful Mum.”“I know baby,” she said, kissing me. “Believe me baby, l d... understand, loving someone and having them taken away from you is very painful.”I looked up and saw pain in her face.“What do you mean Mum,” l said, “what happened, what is there l don’t know?”“Oh baby,” she said, “there is so much you don’t know.”“About you and Dad you mean?”“Oh no,” she replied, “long before your father came on the scene.”“I never knew you. She did not know the girls all that well but she was aware that they were close friends and kind of hung out by themselves. Hannah was medium height, slender, with short dark hair. Lydia was short, a little heavy, and had shoulder length light brown hair. Both girls had multiple piercings in their ears, a couple of visible tattoos, and were dressed in what might be described as a Goth style. They turned as she entered the room and Hannah said with a bit of a sarcastic tone, “Look, the slut is. Then I came to know she is 43(which she doesn’t looks at all).We talked, we laughed, we ate all in all “Superb!”Then after dinner we were about to part ways but I didnt feel to part ways so I asked her for coffee and to that she said, she makes great coffee and we head to her home in her car.We reached home and she turned on the music in slow volume and went inside and it was around 11 so she brought wine to celebrate at 12. As I am non alcoholic to which she was lil disappointed but I made her. My dad spends hours making my hair just right, only to cover it up with the veil. Talk about irony. But right this moment, I don't care about that. I am just grateful that the veil also covered my face and my blushing cheeks. I just hope it didn't ruin my makeup; I remember my dad grooming my mustache and beard and applying light lipstick and powder over my face. I gulped nervously once more.A man deals with his tension and problem stoically and only shows weakness to his wife, my dad used to.