“I hated myself for everything I did, and when you showed up, I took it out on you. But you’re my daughter, Emily. I don’t want to lose you again.”
Her words froze me. “You’re serious?”
“I want to try, even if it’s not perfect. I’m so sorry…”
I stared at her, then, without thinking, hugged her. She stiffened, but then relaxed, holding me tightly.
“I’m sorry too, Mom…”
Over the next few weeks, we cleaned, sorted through old boxes, and uncovered memories. Slowly, the house changed from a battleground to a place of healing. I learned that family is about forgiveness and starting over.
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