The clouds pooled at the end at the lake. It looked like the sky was painted with beautiful hues of orange and pinks. I lay in the sand with my feet lightly touching the waters edge waiting for the exact moment for the sun to make is most gallant appearance. I lay back on the sandy man made beach with my hands supporting my upper body and i close my eyes. My mind is in over drive. Im confused and broken, and relieved all at the same time. The truth can be a bitch. No scratch that, the truth is on of most hurtful and breathtaking emotion that can be thrown at someone. The tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes and when i open them they are set free, taking no prisoners as the cascade down my cheeks. My life could have been different. All this hate that has been built up, undeserving hate, could have been avoided. The big burnt orange ball begins to peak over the eastern edge of the Forrest. The simple beauty of what mother nature gives us leaves me speechless. I realize in that moment that I’ve hated the wrong person my entire life. My dad, he loved me. He always wanted his little girl.