Author: Olga (mom)

I sometimes wonder about forgiveness. Can people change? Can I change? Can understanding my own mistakes change the way I see others? Can two people experience the same event differently and both carry real pain from it? Is reconciliation only for those who were perfect, or is it for imperfect people who are willing to…

Alessia, I’ve kept this for a long time. A small moment from a day that felt simple and happy, just you, your words, and the way you saw the world then. It still means so much to me…

This is something I’ve always held close. A moment in time that means more to me than words can say. Love, Mom

I’ve kept this letter in a special place for a long time.It reminds me of a simple moment during quarantine and the love we shared then. Love,Mom

My dearest Alessia, Today the sky feels full of quiet whispers, as if it knows it is your special day. The sunlight is softer, and the air carries a promise of new beginnings, just as it did on the day you first came into my life. I remember it so clearly — the Santa Ana…

The light falls softly, the way it does at the end of the day when the sky turns the color of sherbet and the waves glow with warmth. In that light, I think of your smile, your laughter, and the quiet way you brought warmth into everyday moments. Love is often found in small things:…

Dear Alessia, As the sun touches the morning softly, I find myself thinking of you and the person you are becoming. Sixteen is such a meaningful season of life: a time when the world begins opening in new ways, filled with ideas, creativity and possibility. I’ve heard that you enjoy creative writing and drawing, and…