I was a child born of hate

“Ordean, it is time for you to let go of the hate you have for your father, it is time for you to forgive him.” Mrs Jane told me and I staggered backwards, shocked to hear her say that.

The memories of what my father had done to me, what he had done to my mother flashed in through my mind like a rushing wave and my heart felt like it was filled with thorns as I gazed at my mother as if she was a stranger.

“Robin…” She called out to me and tried to reach me with her hands but I stepped backwards.

“Why?” I asked her in a hoarse voice. “Why should I? Why would you?” I shook my head at her. “Why would I forgive him after all he did?” I raised my voice as my heart was numb.

I watched tears roll down my mother’s cheek again, it hurts me even more that she was still crying because of that man. “Robin, no matter what he did, I don’t want it to destroy us, we have had that hurt in our heart so much and it could consume us if we don’t let it go.” She voiced out and I shook my head.

“No, you st