No one ever talked about it, but losing Dad was only the beginning. Six months after his death, my mom remarried. I thought we could heal together, but then I found out Busisiwe sold Dad’s tools. The pain in my chest was sharp and cold. How could she do this so soon? How could she erase him? As the wedding approached, everything I thought I knew about family crumbled. I had to figure out what to do with all this hurt and confusion.
It was a Saturday afternoon. I sat at the kitchen table, trying to focus on the wedding plans.…