My father whom I hate

We did not ask for much; just to feel that we are okay, that we are good enough, and that we deserve love just as we are.. without needing to peel off our skins every morning and wear others to please them! And now we feel the scars of old hurts that we hide and that still affect our behavior, giving us alienation and doubt in ourselves. These are wounds that have not taken their proper healing, so we concealed their pain early and wore a mask of strength, claiming that we are fine. Until the time of freedom came, we took the path of recovery, traveled on the routes of healing, and learned that at the end of the dark tunnel of pain there is a light. Number of pages: 310 pages