The Choice to Stay
Mara woke in the middle of the night, Eliana curled at her side.
The room was quiet, lit only by the glow of the baby monitor.
She remembered a night, not long ago, when she didn’t want to wake at all.
And now—
Here.
Breathing. Loving. Choosing.
The thoughts still came sometimes. The ache. The questions.
But they no longer dictated her days.
She reached for her journal and wrote:
> “I stayed.
> And I’m so glad I did.”
She kissed Eliana’s hair.
And let the silence hold her without fear.
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