The thing about broken people is that they don't need OUR forgiveness. They need their own. There is a big misconception about all of that. My mama was not a bad person, not a bad mother. I know what you are thinking. My mama was just a broken person. When my dad left us - the mirror that was her heart, began chipping away piece by piece. It didn't hurt me and my brother so much, as we were used to him being at the outfield fence of our lives. But it broke her. And then when my grandmother died her heart shattered into a million pieces leaving millions of tiny shards of glass everywhere around us that were impossible to piece back together. The ...