To my father, motivational, and made me who I am, The Surviving member of your clan. I couldn’t drink your Kool aid, and although he does not recognize it, I am his daughter. I am the youngest of his children. He threw me away 10 years ago. He was my first and last heartbreak. I dedicate this piece of work to you, Dad and everything that I’ve accomplished, you had your hand in every single thing although you were never physically there to see my growth, I heard you in my heart, you were always present you went everywhere with me, the ghost reminding me that I must be better than you were. Now that’s something between you and God it is officially out of my hands. The shackles are broken and I have been freed and I’m sorry I’m sorry that I was mentally ill and I’m sorry that you were horrible. I wish you would’ve said you were sorry too, and we could’ve called it even. But all I have to do is remind myself of what I’ve been through so I don’t have to go back there again revisiting old work; it’s finished we’re done. We are done. Unless of course, you call….. we’d definitely be back on again..I would so drink your Kool aid again. My phone number is listed below just in case..