My Mother heard me but did not recognize my voice and called out to my Father. I was full of fear now that my Dad was going to answer the door.
I froze, not being able to run or go anywhere. My Dad answered the door and asked me what I was doing there.
I burst into tears and told him that I wanted to give Mum her card.
To my surprise he invited me into the house. That night I stayed at home and we spoke to 3 a.m.
That was the beginning of my healing. I asked my Father and Mother to forgive me for the mess I was in, and he in return asked me to forgive him for the way I had been brought up.
For the first time in 27 years I spent time at home with my Parents.
It was a 'MIRACLE".
