Unearthing Familial Patterns
An elderly guest’s anecdote pulled a thread on old family tales, a tapestry of favoritism woven deep through our history.
With each story, memories flashed—moments of sitting in Tara’s shadow time and again. The pattern tugged at an old wound but unlocked a vital truth: my struggles weren’t imagined, they were a legacy.
Sitting quietly, I absorbed the bittersweet revelation. The path forward was clearer now, courage blossoming where once resentment lived.