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Forgiveness is so hard to give
I met you when I was about the age in that picture above. My dad said he wanted me to meet someone and I was the first of his three children to meet you. We met at McDonalds, but you had to leave early because one of your children was sick. You said to me it was a pleasure to meet me. I smiled and said same here mam.
You nursed me back to health after my moms boyfriend beat me half to death. You treated my wounds, held my hand and rocked me to sleep the first week. I never felt so loved as I did then.
After my dad and I left you he asked me what I thought, I said based on what I could see you were nice and I liked you. He laughed. When my dad dropped me off at the house, I went upstairs sullen, withdrawn and didn’t eat. I wasn’t ready to lose my dad again, nor to share him with someone else. See he was just starting to come around again to see us.
I forgave you when you didn’t invite us( my siblings and I), to your wedding, I was young so what would I know about weddings any way? But your children were there, why weren’t we? We were his children too.