Growing up, I believed my father blamed me for my mother\u2019s death. He never spoke about her, and our relationship was strained. I felt he hated me, but the truth was heartbreaking.\n
At a party, a woman told me, \u201cHe believes you killed your mother, Karen.\u201d Shocked, I asked my grandmother, who confirmed my mother died giving birth to me. My father overheard and insisted, \u201cI don\u2019t hate you, Karen, but your mother\u2019s death is none of your business.\u201d\n
Devastated, I drove off and had an accident. I woke in the hospital with my father by my side. \u201cI don\u2019t blame you for your mother\u2019s death, I blame myself,\u201d he confessed. He explained how he worked long hours and wasn\u2019t there when she needed him.\n
\u201cDaddy, how could you blame yourself?\u201d I asked. \u201cThere was nothing you could have done!\u201d He replied, \u201cEach time I looked at you, my heart was torn apart by grief and guilt.\u201d\n
For the first time, my father showed me he loved me, and it was a new beginning for both of us.\n
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