For those that don’t know, I’ve grown up in a broken family tree with branches grafted on and ripped out as it started to flourish. Sadly, where I saw cherry blossoms blooming, my dad saw wood rotting away. It’s hard to comprehend how the same situation can be so differently perceived, but that’s the difference between an adult’s awareness of life and that of a child’s. With the dissolving of a marriage, a lot of hatred is formed.
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