And every day I wake up thinking about how incredible and unpredictable life is. How one small event can trigger a chain of changes that will affect not only you, but also those around you. And every day I thank fate for bringing me here.
For finding the strength not to fall apart, to accept the truth, no matter how bitter, and move forward. For starting a new family. Strange, unusual, but loving and understanding.
And John? Sometimes John appears in my dreams. He smiles his usual smile and says everything will be okay. That he’s proud of us.
That he loves us all in different ways, but sincerely. And I believe him. I believe that wherever he is, no matter what happens, this love remains unchanged.
Just like our love for him. Maybe one day he’ll return. Or maybe we’ll find out what happened to him.
But for now, we live. Day by day, step by step. Building our new life, creating new memories, a new reality.
And on our living room windowsill, there’s a cactus in a clay pot. A reminder of how it all began. And that the most important changes in life sometimes begin with the most mundane and insignificant events.
Who would have thought that a broken cactus pot could change everything?
