|Mom during her elementary school years|
Recently, I realized that my entire self-identity had been rooted in the ugly side of my father absence experience.
|Mom pregnant with me, June, 1970|
But along the way, I focused all of my attention on the lack of love I got from my father, so much so that I forgot that I was ever so loved.
|Me and Moms taking our first selfie|
That is until 2 months ago, when I was able to forgive myself for hating myself. And for running so far, physically and metaphorically, from my mother and her love.