Now I’m left carrying a question that has no easy answer. How do you forgive someone who abandoned you at your lowest point? Who ignored his own grandchildren for nearly two decades? Is forgiveness something you owe because of blood—or something that must be earned through time, accountability, and change?
I don’t know what the right answer is. I only know that strength doesn’t erase pain. And sometimes, closing the door isn’t cruelty—it’s self-respect.
