~ The REAL DEAL...~

Sure, I'm seeing my father again, for the first time, after 10 long years. (12 years ago)

Sure, it's a big deal.

But this is the time to say: it was my mother who raised me and put herself through hell to keep our lives running, while he wasn't around.

It is my mother who always put effort into avoiding speaking ill about him, to give me a great impression of my father, growing up.

Sure, I've had to tweak and manipulate my mind to adjust to a 'new' concept of family through the years. It's worked out just fine, but it wasn't easy.

Sure, I love my father and my ex-step-father I love him a lot, but it is my mother who is worth more than anything. It is she, and not a man, who will walk me down the aisle for my wedding march.

Sure, I'm the daughter of. Get over it, we are all daughters/sons of someones.

Sure, I have my own life to live, my own name to build, and my own burdens to worry about.

But someone's gotta begin the process of resolving unfinished business.

Life is just too damn short to be so angry all the time.