Something inside me cracked open.
“I forgot you,” I said quietly.
She looked at me.
“Not you physically,” I added. “But who you are. What you carry. What you give every single day. I got distracted by titles and salaries and forgot that our entire world functions because of you.”
Her eyes shimmered, but she didn’t cry.
“I don’t need them to validate me,” she said softly. “I just needed you not to make me feel small.”
That hurt more than anything.
“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”
She gave a small nod.
It wasn’t forgiveness yet.
But it was a step.
The photo hangs in our hallway now.
Not as a symbol of something she missed—but as a reminder of who she’s always been.
And next time there’s a reunion?
I won’t be the reason she stays home.
I’ll be the one making sure she walks out that door knowing exactly how valuable she is.
