The Storm and the Shelter
A thunderstorm rolled in while Mara and Eliana were playing with blocks.
The little girl flinched with every rumble.
Mara pulled her close, whispered, “You’re safe.”
Eliana nestled into her chest, breathing slowing.
Mara felt it then—the full-circle moment.
She was the calm now. The anchor. The shelter she never had when her own storms hit.
She didn’t need to be perfect.
She needed to be present.
The storm outside passed.
And the one inside?
It had already begun to settle.
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