In the year 1999, my life changed in a big way. Because of a car crash, I have to use a wheelchair to get around. No matter where I was in the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel hopeless. After three days, my father finally showed up. He had been absent for a long time. But instead of being kind and compassionate, he made it clear that he didn’t want to be in charge of taking care of me.
I was heartbroken, but I wouldn’t give up. I started to fix my life with the help of a nice therapist called Carol. Carol was more than just my mentor; she was like a mother to me. I felt loved, supported, and encouraged by her as she took me in. With her help, I slowly got my strength and movement back.
I realised that my dad’s behaviour wasn’t out of the ordinary when I thought about my childhood. He had never cared about anyone else but himself, putting his own needs ahead of mine. I still had hope that he would change and become the father I deserved, even though he had many flaws.
I made a new life for myself over the years. After going back to school and getting a degree in nursing, I started a good job. But even with everything I had done, I couldn’t get rid of the thought that I was still missing something. I didn’t think about my dad until he came to my door and begged for forgiveness and help.
But I had moved on and met Carol, who became my new family. I learnt that family wasn’t just blood relatives, but also people who loved and cared for you no matter what. I knew I had made the right choice when I shut the door on my dad when I looked at him.
I realised I had learnt something important as I thought back on my path. It’s not just about genes; family is also about the people who love and support you no matter what. I was thankful to have found that kind of love and support in Carol.
