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Whispers of the Divine
It was time to visit my mother again and I have a plane ticket to Florida just for that, except im 7 and I have to fly over states alone .. in hopes that she will actually show up. The flight attendant sat with me to Florida, I felt like I…
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…I walked towards my mother, my little pink suitcase bumping against my legs. But even as I was enveloped in her arms, a faint, lingering scent of airplane air and the memory of a stranger’s steady presence stayed with me. The warmth of his kindness was a stark contrast to the chill of my own internal landscape. It was a moment etched into my memory, a small, bright ember glowing in the darkness of my childhood anxieties. A moment where I felt, for the first time, the quiet, unexpected touch of something truly divine.