Òyì nke e mepụtara

Not all at once. But quietly. Subtly. Like a crack in glass that spreads over time. She still smiled. Still laughed. Still showed up. But a part of her… The part that believed so easily… The part that trusted without hesitation… That part learned to wait differently. Because sometimes, the hardest lesson isn’t losing someone. It’s realizing… They were never really there to begin with.