Hey there. My name is Lisa and today is my birthday. I turn 18. I’ll never forget this day, because this is the day when I’ve learned how hugely mistaken I’ve been for the last 10 years. When I was six and started school, everything was cool. I know lots of kids don’t like the studies, but I did. Dad would akways see me off to school and then pick me up, and mom made awesome launches for me After school I had cheerleading practice even though my Mom was always against it, she thought it was pretty tough for a little girl and that I could have hurt myself so it was mine and Dad’s secret. Dad would back me up and say we went to the movies so mom didn’t know and didn’t worry Dad used to say I had a bright future. I practiced in secret. For my seventh birthday Dad gave me a pair of colorful pompoms. I had to explain to my Mom why I needed them. She was angry at first, but then I showed her one of the numbers, and she cried. She said we did the right thing that we hadn’t listened to her and practiced. We were a happy family. But 6 months from that time everything changed. Dad would start coming home late and he was sad all the time. He and mom started sleeping in different rooms They didn’t fight, but they wouldn’t laugh and hug and tease each other like before. I didn’t understand what was going on. My 8th birthday was approaching and all I wanted to ask as a present from dad is to be closer to use and love Mom and Me like he’d done before. But on a day before my birthday, when he was supposed to pick me up at school, he didn’t come. I waited for him for an hour and then went home alone. And then I saw him walking in front of me with a lady I didn’t know. He stopped to kiss her and give her a hug at a crossroads and then the lady left. Dad didn’t notice me. And then I saw it all clearly. Dad had been lying to us. He liked another woman and kept seeing her in secret. I ran to him and screamed ‘Traitor!’ at him and then ran home. At home, I locked myself in my room and didn’t want to talk to anyone. Mom tried to explain that they had decided to split up a while ago. They didn’t fight, it just happenned this way. They wanted to tell me after the birthday, so that I wasn’t sad on my day. My dad left mom for some other woman. I hated it. I refused to understand. The next day, it was my 8th birthday party. Dad brought me a gift, but I threw the box aside and told him that if he didn’t want to be with us, he needed to go and never come back, and that we didn’t need any traitors. Dad wanted to say something, but I went to my room again and refused to see anyone that evening. I cried because I was so hurt that dad had lied to us and left us, that some other woman was more important and that we didn’t mean a thing to him Later my hurt feelings turned into anger. I realized that I would never talk to him again and would never forgive him for leaving us for someone else for whatever reasons. I heard dad coming to visit some evenings, but I would run into my room and lock the door. Then he stopped coming, he just called at times. Mom would tell him about how I was doing and would always offer me the phone to talk to him, but I’d always say no. When I was turning 9, dad showed up again, but I told my mom that If I ever see him at our doorstep, I’d run away and wouldn’t come back. I’ve never seen him again after that. He was just gone, vanished from our lives. I was finally at peace. I kept going to cheerleading practices and I was doing real good. We often cheered for our football team. When I was ten, my mom gave me a cool mountain bike. When I was ten, I met Nick on facebook. He was also into mountain bikes. We became good friends. First we’d talk about trips and just everything and shared our thoughts and feelings about random stuff when I was 11, I first went to a cheerleading competition. Our team finished third, but for first timers it was a great result, our coach said. I started practicing even harder and the following year we won. We were really well prepared for the next season and our routine was complex and we really counted on a top result. We had some really cool acrobatics and we had been working very hard. I think I overworked myself and after the championship, I ended up in an ambulance. At first I was just thinking I had overtrained, this happens. I wanted to leave the hospital as soon as I could, to get back to my team, they needed me real bad to fight for the win again. But the doctors said I’d never be doing sports again. I was diagnosed with a severe heart failure. My mom cried next to my bed all night and all morning then we went home. My doctor brought more bad news for me and mom when the test results came in. He said that my condition required a heart transplant. And that we have a month to do it without consequences or too much risk. Because later my body wouldn’t be able to survive the surgery and chances are, I’d die during it. If I didn’t get the surgery, I’d die as well, but a bit later. I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do. I got on the waiting list for a heart transplant. I had to wair for a suitable donor and get the money for the surgery. Mom made a post on her facebook, asking for donations. I told my friend Nick about what happenned. He vanished immediately, wouldn’t even a reply. Our conversations stopped abruptly as soon as he had learned I needed help. Well, it wasn’t the first time people did that to me. At first I was really upset that he’d gone, but then I had no business thinking about him, because my life turned into a nightmare. Constant probes, blood tests, hospital visits. We had no hope whatsoever. It was a pure miracle that we managed to get the money for the surgery, but there was no donor. And then it happenned – suddenly we had a donor, I had a surgery, it went well, my life went on and this story got a happy ending. I didn’t do cheerleading any longer, but I kept riding my bike and I found friends with similar interests. My life was getting back on track. Bad people were gone from it and people that had stood by me remained. Dad never showed up again. Mom didn’t find another man. It was so sad that he broke her life like that and broke our happy family. If he had stayed, she wouldn’t have been so lonely. And I wouldn’t feel so much hurt and anger which had been haunting me all those years. I kept hating my dad, but stopped sharing this with mom. Every birthday I wrote him a letter where I blamed him for everhthing and then asked him to change his mind and go back to us. I never sent a single letter. Besides, I didn’t know where to sent them. So today is another birthday. I’m 18. And this time I decided not to write anything to dad. I’ve had enough, I think. At my birthday party, I was glad to have my family and friends around me and that for ten years there have been no traitors in my life and I’m happy that they’re gone. And I told this to everyone at the table. Mom then stood up and she had an envelope in her hands, saying that this was an important gift that has been waiting for me for years and that I should open it alone after the party. After that I couldn’t wait for the party to end and for the guests to leave. I ran into my room to open the mysterious envelope. It was a letter and it said: Hello, LIsa, This is Dad. I’ve been missing you a lot. Happy 18th birthday to you. I hope you’re healthy and doing great . I know you’re still mad at me afther what happenned ten years ago, but you never gave me a chance to explain, so please, read this letter to the end. Oh, damn, I thought, he got me! Doesn’t want to leave us alone. Oh fine, I’ll reade it, besides, Mom asked me to. And I kept reading. When you were 8, I left you and mom, because it was the only way. Half a year before that Mom and I had realized that we didn’t love each other like before. I met an old school crush and we fell in love again like teenagers. And then I found out she’s dying of blood cancer. I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. Mom and I planned to separate when you got older, but this sped things up. And you weren’t ready to accept the situation at the time. I understood and didn’g budger you to forgive me. But I never left you. I tried to be close. Remember that bike for your 10th birthday? And Nick, the guy you used to talk to? forgive me. That was me. Yes, I had to pretend, but you wouldn’t talk to the actual me. Your mom was aware. Don’t be mad at her, she loves you and wishes you well. I went to every single one of your cheerleading competitions and was there when you were taken to the hospital. Your mom and I started raising money for the surgery. I sold my car and my house. I was again in a situation where someone I love most is in big trouble. My childhood crush was gone by then, but I couldn’t take another blow like that. When your mom said she was thinking to give her own heart, if no donor is found… I decided it should be me, that I should give my heart to the most important person in my life. Yes, it’s my heart that’s beating in you, Lisa. That’s why Nick isn’t talking to you any longer and I don’t bug you with my visits. I became closer to you, which was what I wanted. I will always be with you. And I hope you understand and forgive me. I love you and always have. Your dad. I cried my heart out. All these years… I was so wrong. My dad loved me so much and I so stubbornly refused to hear anything about him. I kept writing these stupid angry letters, blaming him. And he can’t even read them now. I wish I could talk to him before it happenned. I wish Dad would have accepped me and loved me the way I am, and turns out, this is what he’d been doing all along. It was me who pushed him away, wanted nothingto do with thim… I can’t change my past now. But I know that I don’t want to waste my life on feeling offended and anger. I want to live a wholesome life, feeling grateful to dad for giving me a second chance to do it. Thank you, dad, for your hear that’s beating inside me now Have you ever got mad at your family and couldn’t let go for a long time? Don’t forget to subscribe! Hit that bell not to miss the next videos. Likes are greatly appreciated, and if you shared this with your friends – I’m happy! Have a good day.