A small letter to my grandmother whom I have never seen or known.
Dear dada,
I wish I could see you just once. Since the day this was revealed to me that you were my biological grandmother, I have been feeling restless. Every night you are there in my mind. Sometimes I feel suffocated and anxious. I don’t have words to let you know how badly I want to see you and know the reason why you couldn’t unite with my father. Why was my father separated from his father and kept away from his love? What were you going through while my grandmother was married to my father’s step father? Where are my father’s siblings? So many questions I want to ask you. My grandmother died with this secret. I was closest to her but not even once she mentioned about you. I don’t know where I come from. I don’t know who you are but I love you. ❤️
It’s so sad that you’re having such a hard time right now. Fortunately, even though the pain you’re suffering today feels unique to you, it actually isn’t-
“What has been is what will be,
And what has been done will be done again;
There is nothing new under the sun.” -Ecclesiastes 1:9
This means that if others in similar or even worse conditions found the help they needed to take control of their lives so can you. Question is, what are you willing to give up to become the very best version of yourself?
