Forgiveness is my great perhaps

My great perhaps may seem weird but it is actually more powerful than you will ever know.

It all started when I was just a little girl at the age of four. I have always lived with my grandparents. Everyday since I could talk I would ask my grandparents where was my mother. They would look at me sadly and say, "Nicole, she'll be home soon. Just be patience for a little longer." So I waited for my mother. I'll look at the window just waiting for her to pull up in a vechile. Her saying, "I'm finally home my love. I'm not leaving you anymore."
But that never happened. My mother was never coming home. Her body was 6 feet under the ground. Her killer in prison for life without parole. Leaving me in the care of my mother's parents.

I found out Mama wasn't coming home when I was almost five years old. Grandma tried to tell me gently but grandpa just got straight to the point bout my mother. I cried for two days. I cried and couldn't stop. My poor Mama was gone. Never to return to us.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months turned to years. I grew up into the age of nine when my grandma asked me if I wanted to write a letter to Robert Whitney. The man who murdered my mother. I was shocked by this question but said yes. For five years I wrote letters asking him why he took my mother away and how I hated him. But none of them seem right. Everyday I wrote a letter but I always threw it away for not getting it right.

On August 1, 2018 the man who killed my mom died. He died just one day before my 14th birthday. They called my grandma telling her the news. She was angry nor happy he was finally died. I was shocked of course. "Grandma how are you not happy he is dead?" I asked her that day. She smiled at me and told me to sit on the floor. "Nicole, I have forgave him. I was once angry like you but I realized that it was only hurting me and my family. Baby all this angry is onky going to hurt you if you don't forgive him." She said. I looked at my grandma in awe. She was this strong woman who held everything in. I went into my room and that night I wrote. I write a letter to Robert Whitney who was now dead. I stated who I was and questioned him on why he did what he did. I then wrote how I forgave him.

That night I felt the weight leave my shoulders. Forgiveness will set you free. Because all the anger and hatred will only hurt you in the end. Forgiving that person would set you free from your chains like i was freed. And that's my story of my powerful great perhaps.