Yesterday, something monumental happened to me. I finally reconciled with my father after over a decade of not talking to each other. It didn’t happen in the most melodramatic way. It happened by the roadside in the market. We spoke. He forgave me, I forgave him.
And to cap the conversation, I said “I love you sir,” and he said “I love you too,” with a slight shrug and walked away and because that was the first time in my whole life hearing those words from him, I bursted into hot tears.
I cried in that market for over an hour before I cleaned up—there was a lot of phlegm and tears. I feel so light writing this. God is kind. He is really kind.
If this is the only thing that happened to me this year, I am genuinely grateful.
