At Peace

I could feel the warmth of my father, patting me on the back, the sun, glistening on my shoulders while I sob, snot running down my nose, tears streaming down my face, the warmth, aching in my heart...

I felt so... calm. So... at peace... the feeling of the scars on my arm stung while my father gives me a hug and continues patting my back.
I cry so hard I start hiccuping, it felt as though a weight was lifted off my shoulder. He looked me in the eyes, smiled warmly and said, "I love you, my
daughter, dont forget that." I cried once more.

Afterwards, I got a headache. Father had a big wet spot on his shirt from my tears, and mother was cooking. I felt tired, it had been a long journey, keeping things bottled up. So, I went to bed. And for the first time in so long, I slept peacefully.