The next day, he looked me in the eyes and said, “I know I haven’t always been there, but I want to try now.” Those words opened a door I didn’t realize I needed. Slowly, we began to rebuild — through dinners, quiet talks, and shared memories of my mother. Healing didn’t mean forgetting; it meant forgiving, understanding, and learning that love can grow again, even from loss.
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