My brother took me to the jail house and when I approached to him I could see huge bags under his eyes. Before I could speak my dad began crying and started apologizing to me for everything he had done. He told me to stay strong and humble. He told he loved me , I haven't heard those words in a long time and it felt good to hear it. I left the jail house with my eyes bloodshot red feeling hurt for my dad. On the way home it was quiet. We arrived at the house and I looked at my mom and said with a smile “the storm is finally over.”
Nothing hurts more than a man who hurts women or children whether by his action or by his words. Having to love a father that was suppose to protect you from anything turns against you one day is the worst heart
Nothing hurts more than a man who hurts women or children whether by his action or by his words. Having to love a father that was suppose to protect you from anything turns against you one day is the worst heart