Daddy set up the meeting with her.
With Elise.
I can’t call her anything else anymore.
And… that’s okay.
Mama said it’s okay.
It’s okay if I’m still angry.
It’s okay if I still can’t forgive.
Because I can’t.
Not yet.
Maybe… not ever.
How could she hurt me like that?
She starved me.
She left me alone in my room.
Forgot about me.
If Grandpa and Grandma didn’t come that day—if they didn’t notice something was wrong—
What would have happened to me?
That question still lingers.
Even now.
Even after everything.
We didn’t meet her at our house.
Daddy and Mama didn’t want that.
That’s our home.
Our safe place.
So instead—
We borrowed Grandma and Grandpa’s backyard.
Neutral.
Private.
Safe.
She wasn’t allowed inside the house.
That was the rule.
And I was glad.
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