The next morning, Mom told me she wanted to take a pottery class—something she’d always put off. Dad asked to join, and she told him he could come to one class, and they’d see from there. Things didn’t magically fix overnight, but they began making real effort. Watching them reconnect taught me that love isn’t just about staying—it’s about choosing, showing up, and noticing the quiet signs.
Mom still wears red sometimes, but now she also wears colors she truly loves. So if something feels off, speak up. Start somewhere. It might be the beginning of something real. Sometimes healing takes time, but every small step matters. Love grows in the space where we choose to try again.