After my best friend lost her mom in August 2025, I offered her my empty childhood home so she’d have space to grieve.
At first, it helped. Then her texts slowed. Three days went by with no reply. I panicked.
When I showed up, the locks were changed. My key didn’t work.
I forced the door open—only to find her safe, sitting on the couch with my mom. Both crying. Talking. Healing.
“I didn’t want to put everything on you,” she told me. “Sometimes I just needed a mom.”
That’s when I learned: grief, healing, and friendship aren’t about being everything for someone. Real love makes room for more. 💛
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