One Saturday morning, I was sitting in the backseat as my dad drove to the hospital. We were pulled over by some police officers; we were supposed to be at home observing the environmental sanitation, not driving down the road. My dad wound down his window and slickly stuck out his medical card, I’m not sure of what exactly the card said but the officer soon found himself apologizing and waving my dad away; it made him invincible. That day, I looked at my dad with new found respect, he was basically an untouchable superhuman; I mean he saves lives for a living.
Fast-forward a couple of years
The shine on my father’s superhuman custom was beginning to wear-off, he stopped looking extra-terrestrial. Soon, he looked like everybody else; mistake-prone and selfish, but I couldn’t just accept this new image of him. I had made up my mind that he was either a hero or a villain, there was no middle ground in my book; his fall was so great that even Humpty Dumpty turned to looked at him with pity; he’d fallen under the villain category and there was no getting out. It was a life sentence
Fast-forward a couple of years
The man I once called daddy was being let out on parole; Jesus had decided that he was worthy of my love and there was nothing I could do about it. I struggled, cried and begged, however not my will, but your will be done, Lord. I do not know this stranger; I do not want to know this stranger. What could I possibly have in common with an ex-convict? I forgive once, but find myself having trouble forgetting.
I WRITE BECAUSE I REMEMBER,
I WRITE BECAUSE I FEEL PAIN…
The Making 