When Apologies Die
Over the past few years, they had continued to reach out to me, carefully lowering themselves, cautious and restrained.
I answered.
On the screen were their faces, aged just a little more.
"Julia, we saw the news… you’re amazing." My mother’s voice trembled. "Back then… back then, your father and I were confused. We were blinded and let you suffer so much. We… we’re not asking for your forgiveness. We just want to properly apologize."
My father stood beside her, nodding silently, regret plainly visible in his eyes.
I looked at them, my heart utterly calm.