30/08/2025
"For years, Morenikeji believed her father was the villain."
That’s what her mother told her, in whispers, in anger, in silence.
He didn’t love them. He walked away. He broke their home.
The story was simple. Clear. Painful.
So Morenikeji grew up with walls.
She ignored his birthday cards, rolled her eyes at his texts, and never answered his calls. Why would she? Villains don’t deserve a second chance.
But something shifted in her twenties.
One quiet afternoon, curiosity outweighed bitterness.
She agreed to meet him just once. Just coffee.
No apologies. No arguments.
Just two people, face to face… and a truth she wasn’t prepared for.
He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t perfect. But he also wasn’t the monster she’d imagined.
He was just… human. Flawed. Wounded. Honest.
That day, Morenikeji didn’t just meet her father
she met the part of the story she was never told.
And once you hear the full story… everything changes.
*The Version She Never Knew*
Morenikeji couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation.
Her father didn’t blame her not once.
He didn’t rush to defend himself either.
He just… told his side.
How he showed up to birthdays he wasn’t invited to.
How he stood at the back of school plays, hidden in the crowd.
How he sent letters that were never passed on.
He said, “I never stopped trying. I just wasn’t welcome.”
Morenikeji sat there in silence, realizing…
her childhood was shaped by one voice.
One perspective.
And now, she was finally hearing the other.
The hardest part?
He didn’t ask her to choose sides.
He just asked for a chance
to know her. Not as a little girl, but as the woman she had become.
That night, Morenikeji cried.
Not out of anger. Not even grief.
But for the years lost to one-sided stories.
And that’s when she asked herself:
What else in my life have I accepted as truth…
just because it came from someone I trusted?
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