Maybe One Day He'll See It

I wrote this piece imagining that my son might feel this way some day, if he ever comes to realize what’s happened in his life and how far he’s been pulled away from who he truly was.

It’s not his story yet but my prayer is that he will come to see the truth and come back to us. Perhaps this gives words to what some of us are feeling but can’t express. Maybe it will help one of us feel a little less alone.

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If he could see the truth, my son might say……

My parents were always by my side - attentive, present, affectionate. I was never an abandoned or forgotten child. On the contrary, I received more hugs than many ever heard words. I got kisses, advice, breakfast in bed on my birthday. I grew up surrounded by care.

While many of my friends were dealing with the absence of a parent, I was growing up under a roof filled with laughter, shared meals, bedtime stories, protection, and principles. My family taught me right from wrong, not by force, but with love and truth. My father, my mother, my grandparents, my uncles… they all truly loved me.

I grew up as a Star Wars fan, fascinated by superheroes. My eyes lit up with every new adventure of Spider-Man or Batman. I also loved medieval stories about knights, monsters, and enchanted swords. My friends and I used to pretend we were warriors in a magical world. And in our minds, it was real.

Then came a time when I started walking on my own. I began opening doors of my own choosing. And even though I had been warned since childhood that there are paths best left alone, choices that can disconnect us from who we are, I didn’t listen. I thought I knew better. I thought I could play with danger and remain untouched.

And I opened doors that should have stayed shut.

I began getting close to people and environments that promised freedom, acceptance, identity, pleasure. Slowly, I was pulled in. I got involved with thoughts and behaviors that seemed harmless at first, but they took over my mind, clouded my vision. And without realizing, I began to forget who I was.

I started seeing my family as enemies. The people who had loved me the most, who gave me everything, suddenly felt oppressive, outdated, “against me.” Lies began replacing truth. And the worst part? I convinced myself that this new version of me was the real one. But deep down, it was all confusion.

I’m not trying to play the victim. I made these choices. But I was also deceived by a world that knows exactly how to seduce, especially when the soul is exposed and vulnerable. I gave in. I got lost.

Maybe today I still can’t see all of this. Maybe I’m far from recognizing the depth of the love I received or the depth of the fall I experienced. But somewhere inside, there’s a thread thin that still connects me to the boy who was so deeply loved. And if that thread isn’t cut, maybe one day… it could pull me back.