We were never the family my father wanted, but we became something better — real. We built a life out of hard work and forgiveness.
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.
Because sometimes, hitting the bottom doesn’t break you.
It builds you.
And when forgiveness finally comes — even if it takes eighteen years — it doesn’t erase the past.
It releases you from it.