I Recognized a Bracelet I Once Made With My Daughter and Asked About Its Story

When Hannah finally reached out herself, we spoke carefully, with honesty and patience. There were apologies on both sides, but also understanding. We met again in person, slowly rebuilding what time had interrupted.

There was no instant resolution, only shared moments and renewed connection. Watching her with her children, hearing her voice, and knowing she was well allowed healing to begin. Life had changed us both, but love had endured quietly in the background.

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