The River of Resilience

The river doesn't just carry water; it carries the weight of every tear shed along

its banks. Losing him young felt like the tide pulling the earth from beneath

my feet, leaving me alone. With three small souls clinging to my hands,

I had no choice but to become the bridge. Every day was a crossing,

a fight against the current to keep their heads above the water. Now the river

is calm, and the children have reached the other side. My work is

done.