This is where I could no longer hold back my tears.

July 26th of 2002: I am afraid to go, but I am so thankful because I am not alone anymore. My baby is with me now. We lost so much time together. I should have listened to her when she was young. I think she was right about God making mistakes sometimes. He put her in the wrong body. I couldn’t see her for who she was and I can’t ever take that back. I don’t care for God to forgive me anymore, just her. So please forgive me, my beautiful daughter. Please forgive me, my Alma. She is a better woman than I ever was. And I know that she will be a better mother.
Trans Emotional Catharsis Through A Lost Parent — An Urban NYC Story
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Esther Spurrill-Jones
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Feb 4, 2022
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This is where I could no longer hold back my tears.
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Written by Esther Spurrill-Jones
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Poet, lover, thinker, human. Poetry editor at Prism & Pen. www.thewordartist.net - https://bsky.app/profile/thewordartist.net
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