As I followed mom I was filled with both curiosity and anxiety. Mom was eerily calm. It was almost like my outburst from before didn't matter at all.
Like I would just accept this entire situation without batting an eye.
Mom said that Takashi was in Rina's room playing gas with her, with the door opened, so there was no risk of them walking in on us while we have our little heart-to-heart.
After we arrived at her room she opened her closet and, to my surprise, took a part of the floor up.
Her closet had a hidden compartnt.
Inside of that compartnt was only a simple box. She opened it and inside of the box were a few papers with what appeared to be letters and physical photos.
She took one of the photos at random and looked at . For a mont I was able to see a shadow of disgust on her face, but almost imdiately disappeared being replaced by regret as she sighed in resignation.
'What is in that photo?'
"Mom," I ask hesitantly, a little afraid of what might be in that picture "what is all of this?"
"A reminder of my old life." she said, not even turning in my direction "It helps rember what I had to get away from. Of what I was keeping you two away from."
She looked resigned, like she had accepted sothing that she didn't want. In her voice, I could hear clear sorrow, like she was being reminded of sothing that she had lost a long ti ago.
Slowly, she presented the photo she was holding to . The image on it was facing downwards. If that was intentional or not I didn't know.
"If you really want to know why I accepted your brother's harem dream, then you simply will have to look at this picture. It won't make you understand imdiately, but it will make it easier for you to understand when I begin the explanation" she said.
Mom's voice was resolute steady and firm. I could see in her face unwillingness. She didn't want to do this, but she was willing to do it to help understand.
Suddenly I found myself feeling afraid of that photo. Afraid of what might happen if I were to look at it. Afraid of the image that was on the other side.
"Or you can simply accept his dream and be part of it. Even if you try to resist, I have the feeling that you would just eventually succumb to him anyway. The choice is entirely up to you Anna. Whatever you decide, I will wholeheartedly accept it and the consequences"
...it irked a little that she was so certain that I would accept Taka-chan like that, but I didn't have the right to say anything. After last night, I lost a lot of credibility in regards to resisting his advances.
Still, I found myself conflicted with the idea of seeing that picture. I really wanted to know why mom simply accepted Taka-chan like that, but I started to get afraid of what might be in that photo in her hands.
"Ca-Can't I think about it for a little bit more ti?" I asked, feeling like I needed a little bit more ti to think and calm down.
"No"
Her response had been decisive, with no room for argunt.
"W-why?"
"Because if I don't show them to you now, then I won't manage to gather the courage later. This isn't sothing that I can show to anyone easily, especially to one of my daughters, so I want to do this while I still can."
I got overwheld by the resolve that she was showing to . But despite that I also notice that the hand delivering the photo to was shaking a little.
'She really is nervous about this'
This was the first ti I'd seen mom like this. She always seed so secure of herself, so in control. Seeing her showing to even a little bit of vulnerability was enough to make question if seeing that picture was a good idea.
It might be sothing that I would regret seeing. I might regret not seeing it. There were endless possibilities of what might happen, but for , there was only one course of action.
I had to see that picture.
Even if she had given ti to think, I would just have decided to see it anyway.
For as long as I could rember, my curiosity was sothing that always had gotten the better of . It rarely fixated on sothing, but when it did it was impossible for to let go until I satiated that ferocious beats.
I honestly believed that my curiosity was one of the reasons why I manage to have a high grade in school. Whenever sothing caught my interest, I study it until there was nothing else that I could learn about it.
This was the first ti that I felt conflicted, divided in whether I should or shouldn't follow my curiosity.
But whether or not it was a good idea, I knew that I had to look at that photo. If I didn't, I would probably spend the rest of my life wondering what was in that picture.
'Please, don't be anything too bad'
I could only pray that it wouldn't so bad as mom has described. That it wouldn't be so shocking as she said. My instincts were telling that it was foolish of to hope for that, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting it to be so kind of bad joke.
The situation that I was in.
Why did mom accept Takashi's advances?
Why wasn't she against him pursuing more won?
Why is she so accepting of his unseasonableness?
That photo wouldn't answer those questions, but mom said that it would be the start for to be able to understand her actions better.
With my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I was afraid that it might jump out of my throat, I took the picture of her hand and start to turn the image in my direction.
Each instant felt like an eternity. It was like a spell to slow ti was cast on , making each nanosecond last for infinitely longer. My mind was in such a whirlpool of thoughts and possibilities that I didn't know what to think anymore.
And then finally, the image was in front of .
...I had thought many things, but what was there wasn't one of them.
As for how I felt when I first saw that picture...
...it was like my entire world had been shattered.
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