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An Open Letter To The Family Who Left: How I Thrived Amidst The Silence After My Mothers Death
There’s a subtle yet profound brutality in silence, especially when it comes from those you once considered family. I pen down these words not in search of sympathy or redemption, but to lay bare the naked truth of abandonment, apathy, and the art of using someone’s memory as a mere prop for one’s self-righteous narrative.My mother, was a woman carved out of resilience and grace, her wit sharp, and her strength unyielding. She was a haven of love, a paradigm of perseverance, and in her, I found my identity.
