Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

way he used to after hard moments.

He stood on his own.

And for the first time in six years, I saw something in my son that looked different from grief.

Not forgetting.

Not moving on.

Something gentler than that.

Healing.

What the Sunflowers Taught Us

The garden wasn’t the same after that.

How could it be?

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