Final Tears

He sat there in the lobby waiting for me for two hours. When he offered to come along, I didn’t think it was necessary. But knowing he was just steps away, during what was the most difficult meeting of my life, made it more bearable.

I sat down face to face with my father for the first time in a decade. The meeting came about after I found the courage to reach out to him. The last time we met was in court when I was 15 years old and had to explain to a judge why I wanted to live with my mother.

I don’t remember many of the details about the day I saw my father, but I do remember thinking, “Thank God my boyfriend (now husband) is in the lobby waiting for me.” When it was over, his embrace brought me comfort and provided the security that I never felt as a child growing up in a shattered home. And in that moment, I was able to start letting go of the abandonment I’d felt for so long.

For the entire hour-long drive back home, I cried my final tears before finally gaining the closure to move on. With his hand tightly gripping mine, I knew I would never have to feel alone again.

By Subrina Dhammi