Looking back, I realized how much I almost lost by holding on to anger and pain. Forgiving Jeff didn’t just heal him, it healed me, too.
Sometimes, second chances aren’t about what we deserve.
They’re about what we’re willing to fight for.
And we fought for each other. Every day, we fought to rebuild what we’d lost.
Source: amomama
Emily, who had taken to reading the letters with me. She picked up a bright yellow envelope and grinned. “This one’s from California, Mom. A single dad…
in my contact list. You are a sunk cost, Elena. He’d said it two years earlier during yet another lecture about my “small thinking.” It had landed…
into bed. I knew this moment would come, and now that it was here, I didn’t know what to say. I sighed, stroking his hair gently. “Dad…
circular drive curved around a fountain that had never once been turned off, not even during the drought years. Manicured hedges lined the path, trimmed into obedient…
