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"What's that?" My mom also picked up on the sound of the baby crying, and things took a sour turn for her. She immediately shouted without waiting for my dad to respond or explain. Attempting to grab the baby from my dad's arms to get a better look, my dad instinctively pulled away from her.
He looked so distressed that it pained me to see him that way. I had never witnessed my father looking so miserable. His disheveled appearance raised questions in my mind about what had happened and who this baby could be. Why was my father holding this child?
"I'm asking you something," my mom yelled. As my dad continued to gaze at her with teary eyes, she let out a yelp and took a step back.
"Did you cheat on me?" Her assumption sent shivers down my spine, and even I shook my head in sadnes
