Let's call a truce

In this family, the word sorry doesn't come out too easily. My father is a very proud man, and what can I say, I am my father's child, so I took after him.

No sorries were exchanged, but a step was made towards that forgiveness.

I had come out of my hiding. He talks to me now. I talk him too.

But we're walking on egg shells around each other.

I love my father. Honestly I do. And I'm sorry for the hurtful things I hurled at him. But I can't bring myself to say I'm sorry. Damn this stupid pride of mine.