Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More Chapter 79 - 50: Dust-Laden Past, Confusion in Her Eyes

When Sumr Fairmont saw the words "your mom" in Hieronymus’s letter, it was like handling a hot potato, and she tossed it far away.

What does "your mom" even an? How could she, Sumr Fairmont, have a mom?

In this world, who doesn’t have a mom?

She, Sumr Fairmont, simply doesn’t.

She neither rembers nor is curious.

She isn’t interested, nor does she want to rember.

What Hieronymus thought might be the most important thing to Sumr does not exist in her current mory.

The beginning of this handwritten letter made Sumr Fairmont realize that Hieronymus didn’t see her as an unshakable responsibility and burden, nor did he harbor endless resentnt towards her.

Hieronymus did not want to "infect" Sumr Fairmont with his own curse.

But so what?

Hieronymus thought Sumr Fairmont would know much about her childhood.

The fact and the assumption were divided by an insurmountable "taken for granted".

She had completely forgotten everything before the age of four, and even now, there was no sign of those mories resurfacing.

Sumr Fairmont’s mory began with a pair of bloodied hands.

She woke up from endless darkness; she was in pain, but she didn’t know why she hurt.

Sumr Fairmont did not lose her mory; she just had the endless imagination of a normal four-year-old.

Other four-year-old kids would imagine the toy cars and dolls in their hands were real.

Sumr Fairmont would imagine the wounds on her hands were fake, that nothing had happened, that the world was still beautiful.

Imagination after imagination, Sumr Fairmont truly forgot about the bloodied hands and everything before.

Sumr Fairmont stored that mory in a top-level safe, poured a thick layer of 502 glue, and built a thick wall of reinforced concrete.

A barrier that even shells couldn’t penetrate wasn’t sothing that the start of a letter could dissolve.

Hieronymus didn’t ntion Quinn Fairmont’s na in the letter. Even if Sumr Fairmont had finished reading it, she wouldn’t know which na "mom" was supposed to correspond to.

Hieronymus also didn’t say in the letter that his initial indifference towards Sumr Fairmont was because he had poured too much of his student-ntor feelings into Quinn Fairmont and had held an undeserved last hope for Sumr Fairmont’s winemaking talent.

So many things that should have been made clear weren’t at all, yet he said he was glad to go to Hell, and even happier that Sumr Fairmont read the letter.

What’s there to be happy about?

Growing up in an extrely cold environnt, Sumr Fairmont didn’t know how to face the letter Hieronymus left for her.

She wanted reconciliation with the past more than anyone.

Who would want to carry a cold childhood?

Sumr Fairmont wished her mories could start from age 13, yet she rembered so many years of darkness and coldness.

She didn’t know how to vent her emotions nor how to co to terms with Hieronymus in her heart.

Should she cry?

Should she be moved?

Or should she continue resisting?

She completely didn’t know what kind of feelings she should have when facing a half-read letter.

How to handle it?

Keep it, or burn it?

In Sumr Fairmont’s subconscious, she didn’t want to recall her childhood at all.

Should soone who was traumatized into sealing an entire mory open up her bloodied mories one more ti just because of the start of a letter, and search through it carefully again?

Telling her they’re afraid their curse would bring misfortune to Sumr Fairmont.

But what kind of misfortune could be more disastrous than leaving a four-year-old to fend for themselves?

Sumr Fairmont didn’t think of herself as an unreasonable person.

Yet why, did she feel an urge to cry?

This feeling was so perplexingly unreasonable.

Even when Hieronymus died, she didn’t feel even a little like crying.

Yet now, just after seeing a few crooked words, she’s here mourning?

Who gave her that right?

Who granted her that privilege?

Before returning to Scotland, she even told Artie Vaughn she wanted to return alone, to face the past, let go of everything, and say goodbye.

But why did she want to face the past?

She clearly knew what she was facing was darkness and that such darkness shouldn’t overshadow Artie’s light.

Yet, why did she co to look?