We were smiling — truly smiling. Behind it was a note: “I’m so sorry.” No name. No explanation.
Maybe it came from one of the children. Maybe it didn’t. I placed the photo on the mantel and softly muttered, “I forgive you.”
Because, over time, I’ve realized that being needed is not the same as being loved.
For years, we were needed. We gave and gave, but rarely did we receive unconditional love. I now understand that true love is when someone shows up not out of duty, but because they care.
So, if you feel forgotten, do not close your heart. Leave the door open. Not for those who have left, but for those who may still arrive.
Love can appear in the most unexpected ways, such as through the incorrect door, with curly hair, and with a cup of tea.
