In the days that followed, nothing was magically fixed, but everything slowly shifted. Her mom mentioned taking a pottery class—something she’d always wanted to do but never made time for. Her dad asked to come along, just for one class, and she agreed.
It wasn’t about grand gestures but small efforts, quiet moments, and learning how to show up again. They were relearning each other, and that taught their daughter something profound: love isn’t just about staying—it’s about noticing, trying, and choosing one another over and over. Before forty years go by, sometimes all it takes is a question, a gesture, a bracelet… to begin again.