When You Carry Your Father’s Wounds
Some of us grow up — or end up — soaking up the wounds of those we love. We may have found the inner strength in those moments to carry ourselves through. But, there will come a time to remember. There will come a time to heal.
I was standing in the toy store aisle.
I didn’t know what to do.
It was going to be our last visit together, after my parent’s divorce. But, I didn’t know it at the time. I was a little girl.
My father wanted to buy me a toy. But, my mother didn’t want me to return home with one. I wasn’t supposed to take anything from him.
So, I told him I didn’t want anything. I was okay.
But, I wasn’t.
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