*This will probably be THE most private thing I could share with ppl I dont even KNOW but u know what, its a reality so im finally talking*
I know many dont even know that I grew up without a father. No he was NOT a deadbeat... unfortunately, he's dead. He was killed in 1989 when I was a yr old. The killer is my uncle. Thats right, MY uncle. The brother of my mother. I can't go too into detail with the story cuz I dun kno the whole story myself.
No daddy and 17 years later the killer is released. Yup... he out. This month. September 2006. For the first time yesterday I spoke my first words to him. Surprisingly I was considerably cordial. I said hello, my how are you's and that was that. There were two things going on in mind. Do I hate him for taking away a father I never knew or do I forgive him because its what is right?
-C. Henry
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