I knew nothing about a man, because I did not know Papa.
I was in fear of men, because he was not there to forewarn of the pain that a man could cause to my heart.
I did not know what a man was, because I did not know Papa.
I longed to know the man from which I came from.
I longed to look in his eyes, and they turned out to be just like mine.
Now, the only man who has my heart is my Papa.
I must forgive him for the circumstances that caused us to be apart.
I must forgive him when he falls short, because he is human.
Papa is full of pain. Papa is full of fire and strength.
To all these aspects, I can relate.
The past I cannot change.
I do not need apologies.
I do not need any rehashing.
Through all the anger and conflict, one thing is a certainty.
My Papa loves me.
That is all I need.