One afternoon, as my child rode his bike in front of the condo, my husband held my hand and said: “We’re still here. That’s enough.”
I looked at my child, at the sun slowly setting over the familiar street, and for the first time in a long while… I smiled.
That’s when I understood something: There are nights when it feels like everything will be taken from you, but as long as we’re still together, morning is always a new beginning. And sometimes, surviving isn’t about living in fear forever… but about learning to cherish every small moment of peace we still have.
