She hesitated. “Who’s asking?”
I held out the letter. “I found this — inside a pair of baby shoes.”
Without thinking, I reached for her hand. “But you did. You’re still here. And that matters.”
Two Mothers, One Healing
Anna began to cry — the kind of crying that empties years of silence. I held her as she wept, and in that fragile moment, something shifted in both of us.
We became friends.Continue reading…