But I couldnât offer him forgiveness.
He misunderstood my mother only because of his stupidity.
He always trusted outsiders so easily and then hurt his family unconscionably.
He did it to my mother, and meted out the same treatment to me.
But I after pondering about it for a few moments, I realized that I didnât want to spend the rest of my life in pain.
If I held on to the hatred, I would torment both my mind and my body.
It would also affect the emotions of the people close to me.
After contemplating for a long while, I said, âI promise you that if I discover Momâs whereabouts one day, I will convey to her that you repent your actions, whether she is alive or dead.
But the decision to forgive you is only hers.
I wonât interfere with it, nor will I help you persuade her.
â
Debraâs POV:
âOkay.
â
My father kept silent for a long time before finally agreeing with me.
His eyes showed how wrought he was with guilt.
I sighed inwardly.
For as long as Iâve known him, this was the first time he was willing to admit that he had done something wrong.
He had wronged my mother, but now, her name had finally been cleared.
The three of us left the basement together.
It was a nice day outside.
The sun was shining, enveloping the world in a warm glow, and the cool breeze whistled through my hair, making me feel relaxed.
In a good mood, I stretched my arms up lazily.
Just then, a small figure rushed towards us and threw herself into my arms.
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âDaddy! Mommy! Grandpa! Where did you all go? Why didnât you take me with you? Iâve been looking for you everywhere! I wanted to play with you!â
Elena raised her head and eyed us curiously.
The three of us adults couldnât help but Laugh.
Caleb was the first to come to his senses, and he pretended to be serious.
âItâs a secret, Elena.
Kids canât know about it.
Or else, they will be captured by the police!â
âFineâ¦â Elena stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
Then, she cheered and asked, âCan I play with Grandpa now?â
Thinking of what happened the last time my daughter played with my dad, I shuddered slightly.
âElena, donât draw on anyoneâs face, okay?
Or else Iâll confiscate all your colored markers for the rest of your life.
â