“Mom, aren’t you hot?” I asked.
She quickly looked at my father.
I still remember that look.
My father looked back at her.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then my mother smiled.
“I’m used to it.”
That was the first time I wondered why she had looked at my father before answering.
After that, I began noticing more things.
My mother never went into the swimming pool.
Whenever we went to the beach, she always wore a lightweight long-sleeved shirt.
In family photographs, you could almost never see her bare arms.
If someone accidentally touched her left arm, she would instinctively pull away. And my father… He acted strangely
