I know that everyone who has grandchildren is very proud of them. There is this hope that their offspring will have a happy life and that the world will be a much better place than it was when they were a child. This is so much truer for me than the normal family person.
I cannot recall one day of happiness in my childhood. If my days were not filled with terror; they were filled with feelings that had no value, to me or to the world in which I would one day live. By the time I left the orphanage, I was nothing more than a bundle of fear and hatred.
When I look at this picture of my granddaughter, Madison, I see nothing but happy smile on her face and absolutely no fear in her eyes.
I suppose most people take such a thing for granted. Not having been abused, they have no reason to ever think about such things. It has not been an easy battle to win; but after many years the battle against the monster of abuse has been won. The monster no longer lives in my family.
It is this one picture that lets me know that I succeeded as a parent and grandfather.
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