“One time I was playing wth matches in the house and started a fire accidentally. I burned myself pretty bad too. I still have the scars from the fire on my hands. I begged my mom to not tell my dad. I told her, ‘If you tell him, please make sure there are armed guards with me. I just can’t take another beating, mom. I just can’t.’ She never told him.
“I didn’t put the pieces together that he wasn’t my real father until I was 15. My sister was the one who told me about it all. She was 3-and-a-half years older than me. It turned out that when I was 7 months old, my real father split. So after she told me I bought a train ticket, went to Newark where he lived, and met my real father. I was 15 years old, so nervous and excited to meet him, and he was so rude to me. He was so cold to me. He told me that my mom cheated on him, and that he didn’t even know if I was his.
“But because of Jesus I forgive my father. I forgave my stepfather, my grandfather, my mom, every one of the people who hurt me. I have seen Jesus come though for me time and time again. He has been there for me all along. That’s why I can keep going.”
~ Seaside Heights
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