With my elbows on my knees, I held my head in my hands, trying not to cry. Without looking up, I managed to squeak out a few words.
“I’m sorry, Ashley. I am so sorry. I am a terrible father. I’m sorry.”
I just kept whispering,”I’m sorry.”
I knew it wouldn’t do any good. How can you “take back” something like this? You can’t, and I knew it, and I knew my life was over.
“Daddy,” Ash said through her tears. “It’s okay. I made you mad.”
“I am the worst father in the world.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“I’m so ashamed, you deserve a better father than me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, for acting up like I did.”
Stunned, I responded, “You have nothing to be sorry about! You just need a little guidance is all, and I…”
I raised my head at this…