The phone vibrated on the nightstand, and the screen’s light cut through the darkness of the room. Sara was sleeping with her back to me, and Lili, in her room, was breathing peacefully. I picked up the phone, still foolishly hoping that Dad had written, “I’m sorry.”
But no. The screen only displayed: “The debt is due tomorrow.”
I was left holding the phone, staring at it blankly, unsure whether to laugh or throw it against the wall. In an instant, everything that remained of the love in my family turned into a cold transaction, like a debt paper.
In the morning, Dad called me.
– You had some nerve last night, he said without greeting me. Mom is devastated; you embarrassed her. And just to be clear, I remind you that I lent you 5,000 lei for the car. I expect you to pay me back.
I closed my eyes. Yes, he had lent me the money, but he had never brought it up before. Until now. In a second, everything that had meant family, Christmas, love — evaporated. In their place, only the cold figure of a debt remained.
Sara looked at me silently, holding a cup of coffee.
– Don’t go back there, she told me. You don’t have to prove anything to them anymore. You have your own family now.
She was right. But something inside me still wanted explanations. So, two days later, I went to my parents’ house. The door was locked. On the fence, in a plastic bag, there was an envelope with a note: “Send the money via bank transfer. We don’t want discussions.”
I looked at the envelope, then at the house where I had grown up. Through the window, I could see the lit Christmas tree, but its light seemed foreign, like that of an empty house.
I left the envelope there and walked away. On my way to the car, I remembered all the moments when I was the child who brought peace, who apologized for others, who stayed silent to avoid upsetting anyone. Now I saw clearly: Dad had never given me unconditional love. Everything had been a trade.
In the following days, the messages kept coming:
“You have money for gifts, but not to pay your debts?”
“Mom isn’t feeling well because of you.”
I blocked the number.
The next Christmas, we set a table just for the three of us. Lili carefully placed the plates for everyone.
– Daddy, now there are enough, she said, smiling.
I bent down, kissed her forehead, and felt a lump in my throat. Yes, now there were enough. Because at our table, love was no longer measured in debts, but in glances, in laughter, in silence.
It was the first Christmas without my parents. But, strangely, it was also the first Christmas I felt free.
I learned then that sometimes, to keep true love, you have to let go of conditional love.
And that sometimes, the only debt worth paying is to yourself and to those you truly love.
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