Time to rebuild. To redefine what motherhood, love, and purpose meant.
Not all lives are built in the same way, he thought. Some blossomed where no one expected.
Today, when someone asks her if she regrets having believed, she calmly replies: “No.”
Because believing was the mistake. The mistake would have been letting the pain make her bitter, closed off, incapable of loving.
He continues to dream, but now from despair. He dreams from open possibility, without demanding a specific form from life.
And when Puca cradled a baby in her arms, she learned something equally powerful:
Sometimes, love doesn’t just stay in your body, it transforms you completely.
And that transformation, lept, silent, profound, was the true passage.
