Upon arrival, the woman who had raised me, my mother in all but blood, greeted me warmly. We settled into a quiet corner, speaking in the familiar rhythm of mother and daughter.
After a pause, I exhaled and shared my plans.
“I’m leaving for Italy to continue my studies,” I said, a small, resolute smile brushing my lips. Her eyes lit up, and she clasped my hands tightly.
“Oh, Sami! I knew you were meant for great things,” she said, voice trembling with pride. “You deserve every bit of happiness coming your way.”
Her words soothed the knot in my chest, giving me courage. “I’m also… divorcing Zaldy.”
Her expression faltered, concern shading her features. She had known me long enough to recognize the kindness in my heart, and perhaps she had hoped my marriage might provide a family I had never truly had.
As I explained, her face softened. “Sometimes letting go is the bravest act,” she murmured, patting my hands. “You must walk your own path, Sami.”
I nodded and embraced her tightly. “Thank you.”