A close-up of sour worm candy | Source: Unsplash
My mother. My beautiful, quiet, powerful mother. She didn’t just love me; she chose me, every single day, knowing the immense cost. She built a world where I was her own, erasing the secret with the sheer force of her devotion. And now, she was gone, leaving me with the shattering truth, and an understanding of her love that was so vast, so heartbreakingly profound, I could barely breathe.
