I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.
i’m just being honest…
i started off this whole blog endeavor thinking i just wouldn't tell anyone i was writing it... because i knew what would happen if anyone ever read it... i knew i would be afraid of what they would think. the ever ominous "They"... and sure enough i went back and hid my first post, i …
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