When Mom said she’d stay with me after the surgery, I felt something shift inside. It wasn’t just comfort or gratitude — it was grace. There was a time when the space between us felt too wide to cross. Now she’s offering to sit beside me in the quiet days after my chest is opened and my heart relearns its rhythm. It feels like life’s way of saying:

This, too, is healing — not just the heart inside your body, but the one that beats between you and Mom.

Sometimes the past doesn’t need words to be mended. It just needs presence, a cup of tea, and someone who says, “I’ll be there.” ❤️