There was a day when suddenly my father became human. Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just enough for me to realize that the man I had quietly placed on a pedestal was, in fact, a man. He let me down in a way I did not expect. I cannot even remember all the details now. What I do remember is how deeply it hurt. I spent most of that season pretending I wasn't disappointed. The rest of the time, I held on to bitterness. Denial and unforgiveness are a dangerous combination. One refuses to acknowledge the wound. The other refuses to release it. Together, they create a burden that becomes so familiar you forget you're carrying it. For years, I carried mine. The first step was simply realizing it was there. I had to admit that beneath my independence, beneath my competence, beneath my carefully curated "I'm fine," was a little girl who felt let down. But the deeper truth was this: I had expected my father to be more than human. I had held him to a standard no person ...
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