Precious Scars


Memoir on Child


Abuse

My Journey to Freedom through Forgiveness

From Mother's Day:

When my sister and I went to the funeral home to arrange for Mom’s burial, we decided to buy some flowers for Dad’s grave. Blue was Dad’s favorite color, but for some reason I wanted to buy purple flowers. Purple was Mom’s color, and my sister, probably not wanting to provoke an argument, consented. We placed a nice bouquet of purple daisies on Dad’s grave. Later I would see how significant this little event was...

© 2013 Yehuda Jacobi


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