Dalia releasing Mira from her tight hug, "Yes I think that could work... if not we can always wait till our younger siblings have gone bed for the night and approach mom with our concerns while we enjoy some late night tea."  Now that it was decided that she would be speaking to her mother about how she felt about her father leaving Dalia's stomach felt like it had a million butter flies swirling around inside.<br/><br/>How do you tell a parent you feel hatred towards towards the other who had left them all high and dry.  Especially when that parent was her mother who surely had been affected even more by the man's vanishing act than her children had been affected.  Dalia too like her mother had seen their father if only briefly and from a distance at the first two summer meetings after he had vanished.  And she had also heard the stories that he had gone to live somewhere far to the south having found some new mate along with new children of his spirit to boot.  This thought alone was enough to turn the dark feelings she felt towards him all the more hate filled and resentful.