She had been asking for help in the only way she knew how.
And because she spoke—and because I finally listened—we built a life where silence no longer meant survival, where secrets weren’t armor, and where both my daughters could grow into themselves without shrinking to fit the space around them.
I learned that love isn’t about holding everything together at any cost.
Sometimes, it’s about having the courage to let something fall apart so something safer can take its place.
