It transforms.
It lives in memories.
It lives in the people we touch.
And sometimes, it lives in the tiny hands of a child who carries a piece of someone you thought you had lost forever.
My life would never be the same again.
But slowly, day by day, I began weaving the threads of my story back together.
Not the same tapestry as before.
But one that still held love, resilience, and hope. ❤️
