RIGHT MY WRONGS TO EXPRESS MY PAIN ~ PHYSICAL COPY

As much as my mind told me to run to Andera’s aid, I couldn’t. I didn’t speak, and I didn’t move. The entire room, including myself, was still. Andera was lying on the ground sobbing and fighting to allow the words to come out of her mouth, but it was apparent that whatever she had witnessed in that room took every ounce of her ability to speak. She began to utter the word “She,” but couldn’t let anything else out until she finally found the strength to shout, “SAMIYAH’S GONE!” Instantly I sank deep into the chair. I was stuck. The words she spoke hit me full force causing my ears to ring, and my head became extremely dizzy. It was tough to lift myself from the chair, it felt like a thousand tons of bricks were suddenly dropped on me. As my eyes watered and jaws clenched, I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate. I walked slowly past Andera and made my way into the hallway. With each step, it felt like my feet were sinking into the ground.

In the depths of life’s darkest trials, there lies a need to comfort our pain, to unearth the buried emotions that threaten to consume us. This book, “Right my wrongs to express my pain,” is a raw and unfiltered journey into the depths of my soul.Within these pages, I lay bare the experiences that shaped me, how I stumbled through the darkness of grief, abandonment, and fatherhood, seeking redemption for my mistakes and healing for my wounds left by others and myself. This book is an unvarnished account of my journey, a testament to the unyielding human spirit that can rise above adversity and strive for a better tomorrow.

For bulk orders, please contact our support department : Branchoff@branchoffmillennials4.com