After 5 months of constant phone calls. I finally managed to speak to one of my daughters. It was great to hear her voice. The last time I was allowed to speak her, in January we arranged to go on a holiday together, I was so happy. After 5 more months of brainwashing from an evil grandmother she told me that she doesnt want to talk to me. Of course, that hurt. Bad. My reason for being here is my girls. I have faith in them. They will, one day, distinguish love and hate. And my love for them is so strong I could knock out an on coming train.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 13:47:50 +0000