I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

That is the nature of endings, it seems. They never end. When all the missing pieces of your life are found, put together with glue of memory and reason, there are more pieces to be found.

I've always been a magnet for guilt.

Whenever my mother talks to me, she begins the conversation as if we were already in the middle of an argument.

When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.

I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.