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The Unspoken Words: A Letter to My Abusive Parents
My Dear Parents,
I wish I could start this letter with those words, but I cannot. The emotional trauma, the broken self, and the aching heart within me do not allow me to lie. It has been many long years since you had your last breath, but I am reminded of you every passing day. I remember you when I lack the confidence to talk, when I scream out of a consuming rage, and when I fail to reciprocate the love for the kindness around me.
I am afraid of losing the comfort that I have discovered in gloomy thoughts if I show an ounce of love towards you. I am sorry, I am very sorry that I do not find you dear to me.
Did it all start the day I was born? Why can’t I recall the moments you hugged me? Why does every shred of me long for the same love that I convey each night with a kiss to my girls? Where are the games that were played together? How did those moments disappear without parting even a trace of joy in my childhood? Who took the nostalgia from me and gave me questions in return?
Every moment I spend with my child fills her heart with joy and love. Be it a red dress or a purple one, as she gives a makeover to her doll, her eyes betray a memory in making which will last her eternity. It will comfort her in needs, it will put a smile on her face on that random moment on a random day…
