Now, knowing the truth, she is one of the most precious people in my life. I see her sacrifice, her love, her strength. I wish we hadn’t lost so many years, but every moment we share now is a gift.
Every laugh, every meal, every conversation carries the weight of what we missed—and the hope of what we still have. No matter the past, no matter the silence that once filled our home, one truth remains: she is, and always will be, my mother.
