Sometimes forgiveness doesn’t arrive as a big, heroic gesture — it begins quietly, in a small child who stops clenching their fists and finally reaches for the leaf. In this mirror, you don’t have to excuse anyone. You simply meet your own innocence and let it breathe again.
There are seeds you plant only once in your life. This one knows what it means to be caged — and what it takes to grow beyond it. Choose carefully how you water it.
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