How do we forgive the unforgivable. How do we heal from a wound we never knew existed until it did. How do we welcome someone with open arms that once stood with folded arms as we were dragged away. How do we care what you were going through when you didn’t care what we might go through. How can you say you wish we had starved together when you ate meals for years without tears. How can I feel like this story is mine when it isn’t. How do I let it go.