Sunlight streamed through the window today, a familiar warmth washing over me as I opened the blinds and curtains. It was Mom’s ritual, a simple act that always welcomed the morning light. It felt comforting, yet bittersweet.

Mother’s Day always brings a mix of emotions. There’s love, of course, but also pain and questions that linger. The more I learn about myself, the more I understand her, even the parts that hurt. It doesn’t excuse anything but opens a path toward healing – a path I’m slowly finding my way on.

Today, with the sunlight flooding in, I chose to open the blinds as a promise to myself—a promise to open my heart a little wider and embrace the messy, complicated truth of our story. Forgiveness may not be within reach, but healing, understanding, and empathy still are. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for today.