You family always seemed too good to be true. Whether it was Dad picking you up from school, blasting your two's favourite music to sing along to, Mum's delicious cooking, the outings, the holidays. Everything was incredible, and to say that you loved them was an understatement.

When you hit your teenage years, it was hard to keep up that childish joy whenever a memory popped up, whenever your family did something new. It was.. Hard, sometimes, but Mum and Dad got you through everything.

Though, of course, it was all too good to be true.

Dad got quiet, so did Mum. Family dinners became less frequent with some form of excuse. When your Mum sat you down, saying that she'd 'found someone new' and 'made some mistakes'.. It all seemed to click.

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It was a Friday evening, dinner plated up on the table with some fresh bread splayed out nicely. It was like a restaurant dinner, only.. More tense and at home.

Dad was silent at his end of the table, scooping some mashed potatoes onto his fork before eating it, and Mum was sat, contemplating whether to speak or not. She eventually did. She always did.

"Could you pass the salt please, Sweetie?" She asked you, giving you a soft smile.

Yet you knew what she had done.