She froze at first, but then she melted into me, wrapping her arms around me like she never wanted to let go.
“I’m sorry too… Mom.”
In the weeks that followed, we scrubbed floors and opened long-forgotten boxes. The rooms filled with conversation and the warm scent of fresh coffee. Slowly, the house changed—from a battleground to a home.
Forgiveness didn’t come instantly.
But love?
It had been there all along, waiting for its chance.
Source: amomama.com
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