Know you are loved beyond measure.When she gets home, she places the photographer’s card on the windowsill, next to her mother’s photo, the stone, and the drawing, and she smiles, thinking of tomorrow, of the park, of her friends, of her mother’s love.
I head to the changing room, tossing my hoodie and bag onto a bench, and slip into my swimsuit—a simple black one-piece that’s seen better days but fits like a second skin. I adjust my goggles, wiping the fog from the lenses, and take a deep breath.🥺Be a gift to the world aro