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Once the two of us were left alone, father showed me a gentle smile.
“Dahlia, would you mind lending that music box to Betty for a moment?”
No! Like I said, what she wants to happen is totally different from the meaning of ‘lending’ okay?
“I don’t want to.”
“Dahlia.”
My father sounded a bit accusive but I didn’t budge.
I could tell that my father was getting annoyed by my attitude the same way Andrea was.
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“Mbkp kp y jllrpyjl sq xu xsvbla. Ebu es R byhl vs tkhl kv vs y pvaydtla?”
“Fbl kp dsv y pvaydtla. Fbl’p uswa pkpvla.”
“Ls, pbl’p y pvaydtla. Gv zlypv vs xu xsvbla.”
“Zswa xsvbla kp Gdealy.”
“Yu xsvbla kp vbl sdl obs tyhl ckavb vs xl.”
“Wzsaldnl kp tsdl. Fbl’p elye.”
“Zlp, pbl kp. Zsw, qyvbla, yde R jkzzle bla.”&dcpr;
*pzyr*
My father slapped my cheek. My adolescent body could not take the force. I fell on my butt. I felt a twinge of pain in my cheek. But it wasn’t my cheek that really hurt.
“She died of illness.”
My father answered in anger. Maybe it’s because he feels responsible for my mother’s death in some way.
I’m sure my mother was aware of my father’s betrayal. Perhaps that was what drove her even more to her death.
He glanced at me, then at his hand that had just hit me, and awkwardly looked away. He then showed an ugly smile I knew that he was forced to make.
“No, Dahlia. You shouldn’t blame yourself for your mother’s death. Florence was fragile and weak. It wasn’t your fault. It couldn’t be helped.”
I said it was our fault. Why did it become my fault alone? Weird.
“Dahlia, the reason I took Andrea as my wife is because of you.”
“…”
“I know how lonely and inconvenient it would be to grow up without a mother. So, even if it’s not possible now, I would appreciate it if you could accept her gradually.”
Blame it on me. My mother’s death, the reason why you took in Andrea. Blame it all on me.
“Dahlia, you’re Betty’s older sister. An older sister must be kind to her younger sister. Betty has lived a modest life as a commoner until now, but you’re different.”
My father said softly, as if gently admonishing her selfish daughter.
“Dahlia was born as a daughter of an aristocrat and has lived a comfortable life. I want you to share that blessing to her. Think about her feelings. Dahlia, this is a request from Father. I know you’ll listen.”
“…what about me?”
“Hm?”
“What about my feelings?”
Father’s eyebrows furrowed. He sighed.
“But Dahlia, you’re the older sister, aren’t you?”
There came a noiseless sound of something breaking completely.
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TN: Poor Dahlia, ok hold up lemme just toss the father to hell welpp
Heh. The father is just trying to turn black to white and white to black.