Some Chances Don’t Come Back

My dad cheated on my mom and left us. I was seven when I found her crying

in the kitchen. I didn't understand everything, but I knew my dad had hurt her.

So I walked over and gave her the biggest hug I could manage. She held me tight

and whispered, we'll be okay. Ten years passed. I'm seventeen now. Life moved on.

Mom met someone kind, someone who actually showed up. They got married

last year, and honestly, he's been more of a father than my real dad ever was.

Then yesterday, my dad knocked on our door. Said he wanted a second chance,

that he'd changed, that he missed us. Mom just smiled and said, I've already given