Letting go

So I’ve finally managed to stop wandering through the house sobbing. Noticing her shoes that are no longer by the door, things she left behind, things I wish she’d taken like a fuzzy blanket. I still deeply feel her absence but seeing her happily making friends from all over the world and bravely embracing this new adventure makes me feel so proud of both of us. Letting go is so so hard, but watching her soar is pure joy.

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