“I went into the forest with my father. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and said, ‘We’re finally alone. Come here, let me kiss you

A family is not made truthful by sharing the same blood.

Nor is it made perfect by good intentions.

A family is made of the choices people make, the promises they keep, and the courage they find to tell the truth when lying would be easier.

I could not change the beginning of my story.

But I could decide what happened next.

And that time, the decision belonged to me.