He had also kept a letter written by my mother.
El mensaje era corto, pero su significado era poderoso.
Le había pedido a Michael que se asegurara de que me quedara con él si le pasaba algo.
Michael escribió que no quería que creciera sintiendo como si fuera algo por lo que dos adultos estaban peleando.
He wanted me to feel loved and secure.
Then he wrote the words that brought me to tears.
He said that I wasn’t simply someone he had been responsible for.
I was his daughter.
He had chosen to be my father every day.
For years, he had kept this part of our history from me because he believed protecting my childhood was more important than giving me every painful detail.
I sat there for a long time with the letter in my hands.
