My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

them, she asked. The family you had. I miss who I thought they were, I said. Not who they actually turned out to be. That’s sad, she said. Yeah, I said. But I’m not sad anymore. What are you then, she asked. At peace, I told her.

Peace was not the same thing as happiness. It wasn’t victory, and it wasn’t satisfaction. It was quieter than all of that,continue reading …