That night, there was no carefully prepared meal — just pizza boxes on the counter and mugs of tea passed from hand to hand. Yet somehow, it became one of the most meaningful dinners we’d ever shared. Before we left, Mom sent a message to the family group chat: “Dinner next Sunday, 6 p.m. Bring containers. And maybe a hug.”
In that moment, I understood that even the most shocking truths couldn’t tear us apart. They only showed us how much we needed one another
