“Do you know why your mother and I named you ‘Serenity’?” he’d asked me. I shook my head; I had no idea where he was going with this. “Serenity means to be at peace,” he explained. “When your mother was pregnant, she said the thought of you gave her that—peace.” Ironic that my life had known so very little of it. “You’ll never live up to your namesake if you don’t forgive, Serenity.” “Dad—” He managed to use my one weakness, my mother, against me. “No,” he shook his head, “this is not an argument. What you choose to do with all that anger is your business. But you can’t control the world;
...more
