Apologies
It's taken 29 years,to happen, but my grandfather has finally apologized for abandoning me when my parents were killed, while I know I should be old enough to forgive him, nevertheless, so much of me cannot forget the damage his abandonment did to me at the time, what it felt like to lose everything I knew, to be raised by strangers who understood nothing about me or the life I'd grown up in, even now I wonder how much difference it would have made in the person I am today if I'd have been raised by him instead of complete strangers in a life totally unfamiliar to me. I distanced myself from everyone there so much because I knew I didn't belong there, isolating myself, hiding in my books and the world I'd left behind,, in a way it allowed me to reconnect with my parents, so the books became the family I'd lost and I would spend hours upon hours with them, hiding in the photos of places I'd been with my mother and father, anything to escape the new life I now found myself subjected to.It wasn't that my foster parents were mean, they were anything but, during the ten years I was with them they took in 5 other boys, eventually adopting three of them, and going out of their way to try and make me feel like I belonged with them and never understanding why I did not, or rather why I could not