I was six, my dad let me go.
chose a life that drove my family apart and forced my mom and I to move overseas.
I wouldn't see him for fifteen years, and I promised to never forgive him.
betrayed by a parent is the most poignant pain my heart has felt. My dad was
supposed to protect me from this crazy world. Yet, he wasn't even a part of it.
fifteen years later, older and wiser, I watched him as he stood at the bottom
of the staircase looking at me with the same warmth and sparkle in his eyes
that I remembered as a child. I ached and wanted to cry and pound my fists
against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, but nothing came out.
I realized that no matter what I
blamed him for, no matter how much I resented him for driving us apart, he was
still my dad – he loved me and was hurting as much as I was.
so we mourned, we matured, and we moved on. We needed to forgive, even if we
I will forgive. I will forgive myself. I will forgive my dad. I will forgive
others. I will accept the uncertainties of life and turn change into
importantly, I will live with an open heart, because only then will I be able
to live fully, deeply, truly.