There are some people who enter your life so quietly that you don’t realize, at first, how completely they will change you. Grace was one of those people for me. She didn’t arrive with fanfare or ceremony. She arrived holding her mother’s hand, peeking out from behind her leg, her wide brown eyes studying me as if she were deciding whether I was safe.
That was more than a decade ago. And in many ways, everything that followed began right there, in that small, ordinary moment.
How Grace Became My World
Before I met Grace, I loved her mother, Laura. She was the kind of woman who carried warmth with her wherever she went. She laughed easily, listened deeply, and seemed to notice the small kindnesses others overlooked.
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