10/28/2025
I was four, watching him disappear down that long road. He never knew I was there, but God did.
Through the years, the memory of the road carried pain, but it also led me to God’s grace.
I’ve also learned that the road of heartbreak can also become a road of healing. Every step I’ve taken since then has been guided by God’s grace, teaching me that even when earthly love leaves, the love of my Heavenly Father never does.
"My Road to Healing"
PS: My father and I were reunited when I was 21, and we are in a good terms. 😊 I have no ill feelings and everything has been forgiven for a long time. But, memories still haunt me sometimes.
I just want my memories to be drawn in the picture as part of my healing process.
Thank you all for supporting my silly drawings. 🫶