The day everything unraveled
felt like the last straw—
heartbreak already heavy,
grief sitting quietly
in every corner of my life.
It felt like another door closing
when I had already lost so much.
But time has a way
of changing the story.
Now I sit at the kitchen table
helping my son with homework,
hearing about his day,
laughing at things
I might have missed before.
What once felt like loss
has slowly become a gift—
because in the middle
of everything falling apart,
I was given
more time with him.