The house feels different this morning. Sunlight streams gently through the windows, casting a warm glow that makes the whole place feel alive. For the first time in what feels like forever, there’s a sense of calm inside me. But beneath that calm, guilt lingers—a shadow I can’t quite shake.
The conversation with Dad keeps replaying in my mind. The things he said, the regrets we both admitted to—it was the kind of talk I’d been avoiding for years. Now that the air is clear, the guilt is settling in, heavy and cold. I spent so long hating him, blaming him for everything that went wrong. But it wasn’t even his fault.
So how do I face him now? How do I apologize for everything I’ve said and done? I’ve built a wall between us, brick by brick, and now that the truth is out, I don’t know how t
