Today, I get to write a piece that has lived in my brain, my heart, and my gut for as long as I can remember.

I’ve written many versions of this to arrive here, drafts shaped by a younger me.
The one ...

We were gifted this peace lily in 2020. Right after Papa passed.
One of those moments where words don’t work—but a living thing does.
And while that plant has sat quietly ever since, not once blooming…