My father is not a good man, it is hard to even picture it. But my father is a powerful man and I know without a speck of doubt that for all his lessons past upon me that tainted me, made me, corrupted me, he will turn this world upside down if anyone does me harm.

Yet, even knowing all of this as I stand here in a garden of a mother I will never meet, happiness remains a missing piece of me. The cool breeze whispers over my face and I close my eyes and breathe in the deeply scented ...