Because that’s what scars do. They heal. With that healing the people that held power over you disappear. Completely disarmed and benign.
One day you will grow up son. You will heal over what separates us today. And you will want to know your history. Your life’s truth. And I hope I am there to hold your hand that day. Because the powers that keep you away from me today, will have no weight then. You will be grown enough to understand who did what and what happened when.
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