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She wrote about her regrets — how leaving wasn’t about me, but about the brokenness she carried inside.
Her final wish wasn’t forgiveness for her sake, but for mine – so I could live free from the weight of her mistakes.
That day, I cried for the child who waited, for the mother I lost, and for the adult who finally found peace.
I didn’t forgive everything, but I chose to let go — to stop letting the past decide who I am.
Today, I live with strength, compassion, and the belief that love, even when broken, can still teach us how to heal. ❤️
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