Walking after the same guard, I could not stop thinking about what she said.
A few weeks back, when I first left the Smiths, I was sure that I was done with them for good. Sure, I knew that a part of me would always love them for what they did for me and that there would always be a connection between us because they were my parents... or at least as close as one could become to being someone's parent over the years.
But they hurt me... they hurt me so much that I am not sure that I could ever really forgive them... not that I think they would ever ask for forgiveness. In their eyes, they never did anything wrong, and I was the one who was acting out of place and overly jealous.
Frustration, anger and sadness filled my chest as I crossed the small park and walked in what I guess was ano
