A Short Story About Forgiveness

Forgive and Forget

A Short Story Piece


"Honey, I know it's hard for you to be back here but your father isn't doing so well. The doctors aren't sure how much time he has left. It's time to come home." Leah's mom reasoned from one end of the phone.

Leah held her phone to her ear, chewing on her fingernails as she listened. She let out a hiss as she bit the skin too far down and her finger started to bleed.

"Leah?" Her mother's concerned voice broke through.

"Fine mom. Just nicked my finger."

"You're chewing your nails again." Her mother scolded.

Leah went to her bathroom and rifled through the medicine cabinet until she found the box of bandages. Balancing the phone on her shoulder, she put the band-aid on.

"I'll let my boss know I need some personal time to deal with family matters today. I never take vacation time so she shouldn't be too worried about it."

"Why don't you go see her right now?"

"She isn't out of her meeting until noon, Mom. We've been over this."

Leah glanced at her wrist to double check the time. Still another two hours before the meeting let out. The merger had been being set up for months. There was no way that Leah could interrupt it without losing her job. A long, drawn-out sigh came from the other end of the phone.


"I'll call you as soon as I'm done talking with her. If I can get out of the office right away, then I should be able to book a flight to get me in by tonight."

"Alright honey. Just let me know if anything changes."

"I will mom. See you soon."

Leah hung up and decided to pack her suitcase ahead of time. With any bit of luck, she'd be heading out from the office and right to the airport. After stuffing her suitcase with at least two weeks worth of clothes, Leah headed back to the office.

She quickly finished up the few items of work she had for the rest of the day and asked Miriam to cover down for her while she was gone. As soon as the meeting let out, she made a beeline for Angela's office. She waited as those involved in the meeting said their final farewells and took off in differing directions. Angela gestured for her to follow as she walked through the door to her office.

"What can I do for you, Leah?" Angela said directly.

"I need some personal time off. My father is very sick, and we aren't sure how much time he has left."

"I'm assuming you need to leave immediately. How long do you need to be gone?"

"I'm not sure. If needed I can take care of my responsibilities virtually until I get back."

"That won't be necessary. Take the time you need. Just keep me updated when you can."

"Thank you so much, Angela. It means a lot. I've already asked Miriam if she could lend a hand while I'm gone."

Angela made a shooing motion with her hand.

"We've got this end. Go home. Be with your family."

"Thank you."

Leah made her way to the airport in record time and managed to find a flight to Georgia that left relatively soon.

"Hey, mom. Yeah, I got a ticket. Boarding should be in about two hours. I'll call you when the flight gets in. No, you don't need to pick me up. I can just take a cab. You shouldn't be driving that late anyway. Yes, it gets in late. The flight doesn't leave until three. It's going to be dark by the time the plane lands. You know you can't see in the dark. Alright, fine you can send someone as long as you don't attempt to drive mad woman. Love you too. Bye."

After a long two hours, Leah was finally on the plane. Leah bounced her knee nervously as she sat in her seat. She hadn't been home in a long time and wasn't sure how to feel about it. Her town was small. It was one of those everyone knows everyone else's business sort of towns. She was sure everyone would still remember the last time that she had been home, a time that she had done her best to forget by moving to New York. She watched as the sky turned to hues of red, orange and purple. Maybe being home wouldn't be so bad. Besides, her dad needed her, and she wasn't about to let him down.

The stewardess coming over the PA system jolted Leah awake. At some point, she must have drifted off. She grabbed her overhead bag and headed out as soon as the doors were open. She looked around at the arrival gate for anyone she recognized.

Not seeing anyone, she headed to baggage claim. After grabbing her bags, she headed to the front doors only to feel her arm being grabbed. She whirled around to face the person touching her and the color drained from her face. He was the last person she had expected to see standing there. It had been twelve long years. What should she do?

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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My Mom Is My Biggest Weakness In The Best Way Possible

Although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend.


My parents are everything to me. They raised me to be independent, strong, smart, and hard working. They made sure to keep me in line, to ensure that I would be respectful and responsible. They raised me to be prepared for the world before I graduated high school. For everything they've done, I'm very grateful.

Focusing on my mom more specifically, she is my weakness. By that I mean, I can go to her with anything and I know she's willing to listen, to be open, and she won't impart judgment.

My mom always knows how to calm me down, but she is the one person who can also make me cry harder. I don't mean this in a bad way. It's just that whenever I've had a tough day or my anxiety has been heightened by some ordeal, I know that if I see my mom or if I even call her over the phone, the waterworks come flooding. I don't know what it is about my mom that makes me feel so emotional, so vulnerable. Each time I go to her, it's almost as if I'm a kid again, crawling into her mother's arms, seeking a nurturing soul to tell me that everything will be okay.

Sometimes I even avoid calling my mom when I'm in a rut because I refuse to cry or feel weak. For instance, if I had a problem, I'd avoid talking to her about it. If a week goes by, I'll update her on my problems, and begin crying about it (even though I was already over it beforehand). My mom can bring out anything from me. She laughs when I tell her this because she knows that no matter how old her baby girl gets, she'll always need her mama.

I think as I've gotten older, I've realized how much more my parents mean to me. As a kid, I always felt like they were against me. I felt as if they didn't want me to do anything and didn't want me to grow. As an adult, I realize it's the exact opposite. My parents have always wanted what's best for me, and because I've grown to understand this, I feel so much closer to them.

I feel as though now, although my mom is still my parent, she's also a friend. She's someone I can go to when I feel down, someone I can go to for a good laugh. She's so much better than me in so many ways. She's outgoing, loud, obnoxious, smart, and is always seeing the good in situations. When I talk about my mom to other people, they're always so interested in meeting with her or talking with her. When they finally get the chance to, they're instantly drawn to her character. They're drawn to her laughter. I kid you not, my mom can light up a room in seconds. She is always the life of the party. It sometimes makes me jealous when people find out how amazing my mother is because I swear they'd rather be friends with her than me.

What people don't see is her struggles. They don't see the pain she goes through with her ongoing injury. They don't see that not only does it take a physical toll, but also an emotional toll. She hides it really well because that's what parents are "supposed to do." My mom is the strongest person I know and to see the two contrasts of her is astonishing. To think that someone so full of life can also battle personal struggles, it's hard to see, especially because she's my mom and all I want is the best for her. One part of my mom struggles while the other part of her is so vibrant, so full of life, so sassy.

I don't know how she's put up with all of the hardships in her life. I've never seen someone work so hard and refuse to fail. She refuses to be taken advantage of. I've never seen someone as amazing as my mother. She can do anything.

I think my mom looks down on herself sometimes. I think, like any woman, she sees imperfections. What I don't think she sees, that I wish she would, is the tenacity she has. I want her to see herself the way I do: beautiful, strong, courageous, sassy, outgoing. I could go on and on about how much my mom inspires me and how she's made me appreciate her in more ways than one.

Mom, thank you for all that you do and all that you are. I hope you know how much Rachel, Vanessa and I all love you. I hope you know that no matter what struggles we go through, you are our rock. You hold the fort down and you're always there to make sure we're good, even when you aren't yourself. Thank you for always thinking of us, for believing in us, and for never turning your back. I love you more than you know.

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