We spend so much time looking for the “other half” to make us whole, but sometimes, the most beautiful things are made from the pieces that don’t fit anywhere else. Our scars don’t just show where we’ve been; they show what we’ve survived and what we’ve chosen to become.
Loss is a permanent neighbor, but it doesn’t have to be the landlord of your life. Maya taught me that by giving me her most precious secret, and in return, I learned that being a mother isn’t about blood; it’s about being the person who holds the light when the world goes dark. We are all just collections of halves trying to find a way to be whole, and sometimes, the best way to do that is to let go of the search for a perfect match.
