To The Grandparents I'll never meet,

I was going to start off by introducing myself, but you didn't care enough to want to meet me, so you most likely don't care enough to know my name. I've spent the last 20 years of my life wondering what I did so wrong to make you envy me. Is it the way I speak? Is it the way I carry myself? Is it the way I love others even when they make it known they hate me?

No.

It's the color of my skin that makes you despise me. The one thing that I cannot control is what makes you hate me.

I'll never get the chance to meet the parents that raised such a wonderful daughter. A daughter who was taught to hate but learned to love. A daughter who was taught to treat others different just because they did not look like her, but treats everyone with the amount of respect they deserve. A daughter who was abandoned by her own parents for loving someone different. A daughter who never gave up trying to rekindle with the ones who gave her life.

The day came where one of you fell ill. She came to try and see you, but you refused to acknowledge her. Why? Because her husband is black and her child (your grandchild) is a "half breed", that's why.

How can you hate your own child?

Your own flesh and blood?

Hate with all your might that even on your death bed you can't even say goodbye?

The day came where you took your last breath. I felt my mothers heart break, but yet I feel no sorrow for you. How do I feel sympathy for someone who couldn't even accept my friend request?

I loved you from the moment I knew about you, even though you hated me.

I forgive you. I forgive you for hating me. I forgive you for hating your own daughter. I forgive you for hating the BLACK man she loved.

I forgive you for everything.

I loved you from the very beginning.