Heyy goodmorning.

so the book is coming to an end? how yall feel?

idek what to say.

enjoy this for me

Kasia

"S–sex?" Jacqueline stuttered as my father shook his head.

Kishma and Winston were laughing in the background as I nodded my head. "Yes, we were having sex."

Jacqueline looked back at my father. "Um," she looked at me. "Must you do it so...roughly?"

Kishma yelped. "Oh my god, ma! Jesus."

Winston shook his head. "This is so embarrassing." Embarrassing it was because a woman with two children couldn't tell that two adults were having sex–and now I'm embarrassed because everyone in the house knows that Silver and I were fucking and that we were fucking roughly.

Jesus kill me.

Silver got pissed off and was off to book us a hotel when Analia was staying. I couldn't say I blamed him. He almost got arrested for having sex.

Father hugged Jacqueline as she still looked distraught over what she saw. "Oh lord," she shook her head. "I mean–" she sighed.

"It's ok, just–um–go drink some tea." Father cleared his throat, looking at Kishma and Winston. "Go help your mother with tea." It was obvious he wanted me alone and so they both nodded.

Jacqueline looked back at me once more. "You sure you're fine?" It was weird, seeing Jacqueline–my mother–being so nice to me. It made me feel so awkward, but I nodded anyway.

"Yep!" I smiled, watching Kishma and Winston help her to the kitchen. Then I looked back at my father. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"

He nodded, clearing his throat. "I...I wasn't a father to you."

"Yes, I know." I nodded.

He sighed, obviously struggling. "Jacqueline was having issues with fertility and my mother was getting impatient. She wanted grandkids." He said. "Your mother was a prostitute that had helped my mother carry groceries up to her house and so my mother took a liking to her and cleaned her up. She demanded I sleep with your mother–"

"What was her name?" I asked.

"Lotus Romney." He replied. "She was a beautiful woman, but I loved Jacqueline and I was angry with her, with Lotus–she had nothing to gain. She just sat there, quiet and confident. She was given no money for this at all. And in the end, I slept with her, but she didn't get pregnant–or so I thought."

I sat down, frowning at the many questions swimming around in my head. "What happened?"

"She didn't know I had a wife and when she found out, she hid the pregnancy. She knew you wouldn't be accepted by Jacqueline–but she also couldn't care for you the right way. She stole money from a drug dealer and he didn't spare her. Lotus knew they were coming for her, so she hid you under a floorboard–that is where social services found you."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Now that part is over," I said. "Why did you hate me so much that you would have so much regret over it now?"

Father hesitated. "To me, at the time, you were coming to destroy everything I've built. I had the family that I wanted with Jacqueline and I was successful in my business. To me, you almost broke apart the family and created the divorce–but," he added. "I think I knew deep down that I was the cause of this. I willingly slept with your mother even if it was to please my mother I knew I was cheating. In my mind I thought I could keep Jacqueline, the twins, and you if I let Jacqueline pour out her hatred for you–I was wrong."

"You let her abuse me," I whispered. "And you joined in,"

"I'm sorry," Father apologized. "I was putting my faults on you and so I didn't know whether to love or hate you. But I do love you, Kasia. Even if you cannot forgive me, I love you and I would like to honor your mother's legacy and earn your forgiveness and thank you for giving us a chance with your son."

He loves me. My eyes stung with tears. Don't be so easy. My eyes were still burning with tears. "All I ever wanted was your love," I cried. "I was so confused as to why I would get good grades, stay out of trouble and still not be loved. I felt so ugly, so worthless–and when I got older I realized that you guys will never love me."

His eyes glossed with tears but he kept them in. "Why are you here, Kasia?" He asked quietly, looking to the floor. "Your mother was so young and I ruined her life–she would've been forty-three you know? And you, we'd go so far as to disgrace you in front of neighbor children. I'd be so jealous when my brother and his wife got to love you–I don't know what came over me–how could you be here, smiling carelessly, letting us see our grandson?"

"I don't want to be the embodiment of hate. I don't want to be what you tried to create. I love my son with all my heart and I love Silver's daughter as well. I want my son to have the best time with his grandparents and great uncle and aunt, to be loved unlike his mother. I also want to forgive you guys. I want to have a mother and father. I want to have someone walk me down the aisle when I marry–like Kishma would–I wanted to see if you guys were actually sorry."

I broke out in sobs. "I'm so glad that you were–that for once in my life," I sobbed. "My parents found it in their hearts to love me."

My father shook his head, immediately holding me as I sank to the ground. "No, don't say that. It was you that found it in your heart to love us, your siblings and your hateful parents and forgive us."

I smiled softly, loving the embrace of my father. You fell too quickly. But I didn't care. I've longed for this. "I want to see her grave–a–and a picture."

He looked at me, I no longer saw the hate, but warmth and relief, and I saw my dad smile for the first time. "Of course," he said with the warmth a father would with his child.

I was truly happy.

Do you forgive them? 

would you forgive them?