When things started to become bad with your father, you were only six years old. I paid to get you into a private kindergarten near the place we lived, with the money I had saved from writing reviews for baby wearing companies. Three months after you started school there, the pandemic, and the quarantine episode began.
My heart breaks for you and your girls Lisha, those days you suffered are unimaginable to me and my quiet (if not very busy) life… I hope only that one day you are able to destroy the photos in the knowledge that you are all at last safe. From him… from any further danger and from having to witness anything that makes you so angry and scared you feel a need to cause harm to the perpetrator… all love always - stay strong and take strength from the knowledge that your courage as a mother is fierce… xxxx
Lisha. You have such a sense of how words can be wrapped around these unseen photos (how strange! that a photo would go unseen!). With words, you are wrapping arms around Miya through the walls. You are wrapping arms around yourself. I know you are, because I feel them wrapped around my heart, a stranger hoping to alleviate some danger in these moments you’d rather forget but can’t. Listening.
Oh, Lisha, how heart breaking. I hope you are truly free of him now. xoxo
Thank you for reading, Sharon. I don't think we can ever get rid of this ghost of him, but every day, we try.
My heart breaks for you and your girls Lisha, those days you suffered are unimaginable to me and my quiet (if not very busy) life… I hope only that one day you are able to destroy the photos in the knowledge that you are all at last safe. From him… from any further danger and from having to witness anything that makes you so angry and scared you feel a need to cause harm to the perpetrator… all love always - stay strong and take strength from the knowledge that your courage as a mother is fierce… xxxx
Thank you Susie. I really appreciate you being here from the start ❤️
Lisha. You have such a sense of how words can be wrapped around these unseen photos (how strange! that a photo would go unseen!). With words, you are wrapping arms around Miya through the walls. You are wrapping arms around yourself. I know you are, because I feel them wrapped around my heart, a stranger hoping to alleviate some danger in these moments you’d rather forget but can’t. Listening.
A "stranger" who listens to us are our chosen family. Thank you Christianna. I really appreciate you being here (and reading Miya's words too).
Oh, what a compliment! I’m so honored to be here with you and your girls. ❤️