Hope For Resilience
Seeing Alex around the house again was like finding a missing puzzle piece. There were moments when I’d catch a hint of that bright kid I knew, gleaming through his tougher exterior.

He’d laugh unexpectedly or offer a genuine smile, reminding me of better times. We were dancing around old routines.
Each gesture, no matter how small, felt like a step toward healing – a signal that perhaps we’d weathered the worst together.