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I met with my sister's friends for dinner and they kept telling me

I needed to tell Big Poppa what was going on. I kept telling them I
could not tell Daddy. I needed to be strong for him. There were three

of us who hung out together the entire conference. As the conference
was ending, the sisters kept the pressure on telling Daddy. The next

morning before we were to leave, Jewel was scheduled to give the

morning sermon. Something made me call Daddy and I just broke
down. I told him all of what was going on. Daddy, as always, lent his

supportive ear and unconditional love, "Baby, everything will be
alright, I got your back."

When I entered the service, I sat down beside the sister-friends
who kept pressuring me about telling Daddy. I rolled my eyes at the

both of them and told them I had spoken to Daddy. I did what they
wanted. They embraced, cried and held me. There is nothing like the

“sistah” love. I was having a little anxiety about going back to the
house of madness.

As it just so happened, in God's order, Jewel and I ended up
riding back to the airport together. Jewel walked me through the

anxiety of what I was going to face when I arrived home. This was the
beginning of a much-cherished friendship.

When I got on the plane, I met two other sisters who were at the
retreat and heard my story. I guess I had to continue to try and get rid

of the toxicity inside me, I was telling everyone. They rode with me

on the plane to Baltimore, where Christine was to pick me up. I

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