Epilogue
It’s been months since that discovery, yet I still reach for those letters whenever doubt creeps in. They remind me that love is not about avoiding struggle—it’s about enduring it, together or alone.
The sofa, once a faded relic, now sits proudly in my living room. Not as a symbol of the past, but as a reminder that resilience runs in my blood, and that I am never truly alone.
And every time I rest on it, I can almost feel my grandmother’s hand on mine, steady and sure, guiding me forward.
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