at the building around us.
“All of this,” he said. “You built all of this while I was telling you to get a ‘real job.’ While I was disappointed in you. God, Sophia. I’m so sorry.”
“I forgive you,” I said simply.
And I meant it.
Because holding onto anger would have been like keeping a weight I no longer needed to carry. Forgiveness wasn’t about them deserving continue reading …
