and it’s not over. but things are so much better.
i will never forget that yellow line at st. paul’s. the one where m could not walk past while she watched the doors shut, and us watching away. the pain in that moment lingers. the helplessness.
but here is she now. working on her interior design project. she is so gifted with such an eye for art, depth, and colour. she can do this. may every figure of divine power look out for her. we love you, m.