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It was small.
A “thank you” unprompted.
A moment of kindness.
A deep breath before reacting.
But it stopped me cold.
Because I saw it — the healing.
Not loud.
Not flashy.
But real.
The child who once only screamed… paused.
The one who wouldn’t look me in the eyes… smiled.
And I realized:
We’re getting there.
It’s not perfect.
It’s not linear.
But it’s happening.
One sacred step at a time.
By Dwelling PlaceIt was small.
A “thank you” unprompted.
A moment of kindness.
A deep breath before reacting.
But it stopped me cold.
Because I saw it — the healing.
Not loud.
Not flashy.
But real.
The child who once only screamed… paused.
The one who wouldn’t look me in the eyes… smiled.
And I realized:
We’re getting there.
It’s not perfect.
It’s not linear.
But it’s happening.
One sacred step at a time.