It was little awkward - for me, and for everyone else in the room.
I was excited and sad at the same time - excited because for an hour I felt like I got my family back like I used to before they went through an ugly divorce. I was excited like a child. It was like my dad finally came back from a long work project or something.
They smiled, talked, and laughed - and of course, argued. There were signs of love and hate, but neither of them showed the hate side to each other.
Probably because they both thought - what the hell is the point? Both of them are getting older and both of them are dying - except one of them is dying faster than the other.
He called my mom stupid - for not living a happy life, for not being healthier than him who is an alcoholic. He told her to stop ruining and fucking up her health and enjoy her life from now on. He told her not to die so he doesn’t have to think and take care of her funeral.
But all my mom did was smile. She knew that he wanted to say he’s sorry for what he has done in the past. She knew that he wanted to say that he wants my mom to get better so she can see me getting married someday and meet grandchildren.
Same message but different words. Same goal but different ways.
Looks like they looked at the same direction, but forgot to look at each other while they were married.