Her Father 2

Zelda

I waited for my mother to say something, but she remained silent. I grew more and more frustrated by the second.

“Mum,” I said, my voice rising. “I'm waiting!” I was surprised by the anger in my voice.

It was like a pressure cooker that had finally reached its boiling point. I was so tired of waiting. Tired of not knowing what was going to happen next.

I just wanted to know the truth. I needed answers.

“Let's not talk about this,” my mother said, her voice firm. But her words only served to increase my frustration.

“No!” I said, my voice, rising even louder. “I require my answers now. I deserve to know the truth, Mum!” I was practically shouting, but I couldn't help it.

The words just spilled out of me, like a dam that had been broken. I needed to get everything off my chest, no matter what.

“Why do you need answers now?” my mother asked, her voice gentle and curious.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “Because I am tired of being in the dark,” I said, my vo