When I began to write and decided in what direction my story was going to go it took a lot for me to give in to myself and write the real story.
It has taken many years to learn how to open up and share thoughts that have been buried for years. It was very painful for me to remember the pain, and think about what my parents and entire family went through. The truth finally hit me when I handed my father a sample book with so much excitement I was bubbling over. I wanted him to be proud of this accomplishment and enjoy the read as I did when I was combing though it for final approval. The reality was, he only got to chapter 6 at the time he began reading and was unable to sleep the entire night. He told me it brought back so many memories and he was not really prepared for what he read. My reaction was sadness for not thinking of this before and how my family would react to this book. Now that I have had time to think this over, I realize that everyone will take something different away from the read. Those closest to me and my past will react different from those of you that do not even know me. I only wish for all of you to take something special away from this when you do finally get a chance to read my story and I hope it is something positive and enlightening.
As for my father, I sent him home this the sample and he spoke of reading it in private. If he chooses not to finish it I totally understand. As for my younger sister, I am afraid to have her read it because she is so very emotional. Of course it will be her choice.
