"Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future."
-Paul Boose
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It was easy to imagine and hear, but the actual doing of what my father encouraged was almost close to impossible.
How do I even begin to do that?
When these questions flooded my mind, the image of my parents began to fade.
"No," I mumbled, hoping to stop their disappearance. However, it was impossible. "Please don't go!"
I begged, reaching out to them. But it was too late. They were smiling when their ghostly appearances disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
The thick fog came back immediately. But I have gazed at the snaky path enough that it was already embedded in my head.
Tears spilled from my eyes all over again. That feeling of someone squeezing my heart and twisting my body was a welcome trade for the pain that wretched my entire system.
I began to cry.
