Meeting my Father after more than a Decade

I can't remember when was the last time I saw my father. He left us when I was in my senior year in high school. We basically lived with our mom. Without a doubt, I love my mom. They said I was a favorite of my father because I looked like him. But I do not feel any love for him anymore because over the years I hated him for what he did.

When we learned that my aunt, the older sister of my father, died of diabetes last Thursday, we decided to go to my father's place to visit the wake of my aunt last Sunday. We thought it would also be the best time to visit my father too.

Meeting my father after more than 10 years is quite strange. The hatred that I felt before was gone when I saw him. I can feel that my father was so happy to see us and his grand children. He prepared dinner for us. As they say, all that's well, ended well.

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