Jonathan's Reflections
In the summer of 2011 shortly after my mother had passed and my father was still living with me and my mother's parents, my grandparents, I sat in the living room where my father would open up to me about the guilt he felt. He would say "I was never there for you all when you were children." He was right and instead of accepting his apology I told him that because of him I was a 40-year-old man in an 18-year old's body. I was no longer a child and never got to experience any joy that should accompany youth. Reflecting back, I was a selfish child that should have been more caring to my father and I honestly can just wish that things had been different but you can't turn back the hand of time, and all you can do is live with the scars life has put upon you.
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Searching for the Answer
Non-FictionThis is a compilation of stories involving childhood abuse and trauma through a first-person impactful perspective mostly chronological. It is my story and is not fabricated in any way. I am posting just to get feedback thank you.
