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The Home We Carry
A mother and her child are separated by distance they never chose. But love doesn't need a roof to be real. Through long days and longer nights, a child holds onto love like a lantern—through fear that whispers, sadness that weighs, and…
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Previously
…I hugged him tighter, my own small knight in shining fur. Maybe, just maybe, if I held on tight enough, if I believed hard enough, Mommy wouldn’t forget. Maybe home wasn’t just the house we lived in, or the room I was sleeping in. Maybe home was something else, something I carried inside me, something even the longest distances couldn’t take away. I closed my eyes again, trying to find that feeling, that warmth, that certainty. But the whispers, like persistent shadows, still lingered at the edges of my mind, a reminder of the fear that had found a home in the dark.