Now, when I look at Liam, I see everything my father missed: compassion, grit, humility. He grew not in comfort, but in love that refused to quit.
I used to think being kicked out at seventeen was the end of my story. But it wasn’t the ending — it was the beginning.
And when forgiveness finally comes — even if it takes eighteen years — it doesn’t erase the past.
It releases you from it.