I cried. We cried as we talked about everything. They weren't even able to talk that much, their illness refrain them from doing so. I wanted to hear them but through their eyes, I knew that they have regretted everything. They looked so genuine and a bit hurt by what happened in the past. I didn't have any doubts because deep inside, I know... and I felt it, they were genuine about how sorry they were and all I could do is smile and say, I forgive them. I forgive them even before they ask me to. It's true... I have come to a realization that being angry at them would do me nothing but pain and burden in my heart. I don't want any of it when I die... and I do not wish them to leave this world with the memory of me feeling so anguish at them stuck in their minds. We all wanted peace even i

