forgiveness begins with the possibility of change

my mom and her only sister had a huge argument a decade ago, over the sale price of a used car.  and they haven’t talked since then.  i try and ask about my aunt just to keep her alive.  and every time i’ve mentioned her, my mom shakes her hand, and refuses to acknowledge her.

something took a turn this afternoon.  as i was sitting with them in the village garden, my mom actually listened as i talked about her sister.  and when i suggested that we try and find her sister, she looked at me with eyes that said, ‘ok’.

we smiled. hugged and took a tiny step towards healing.

 

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