Faith point of view
“Ready to go?” my mother asked me from the door.
I was finally discharged from the hospital. My father and sister had tried to come along too, but I had kicked them out. Samantha spewed some more of her lame apologies, and my father tried once again to force me to accept them. As far as I was concerned, she was apologizing to alleviate her guilt, and it had nothing to do with actually being sorry for what she did or how it affected me.
As for my father, how did he expect my relationship with my sister to go back to normal if he forced me to pretend that I was accepting when I wasn’t? Because, at least for now, that's all it would be was acting. I wouldn’t be able to accept anything until I had been given the time to heal emotionally. He should leave it alone befor
