I replay that phone call every night. The way my mom’s voice cracked. The way I chose resentment over compassion. I keep wondering what would’ve happened if I’d just gotten on the first flight home. If I’d held his hand. If I’d let him say whatever he needed to say.

Maybe he would’ve called me daughter out loud.

My mom hasn’t spoken to me since the funeral. She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I confirmed every fear she ever had about me not caring enough.

And maybe she’s right.

I don’t know how to fix this.

I don’t know if forgiveness is something I even deserve.

All I know is that there’s a yacht sitting in the harbor with my name attached to it — a symbol of a love I didn’t recognize until it was gone.

I’ve thought about selling it.

But I won’t.

Instead, next month, after the wedding, I’m taking my mom out on it.

Just the two of us.

I don’t know if she’ll agree. I don’t know if she’ll talk to me. But I want her to see the name. I want her to read the letter. I want her to know I understand now.

And maybe that’s where forgiveness starts — not with undoing the past, because I can’t — but with honoring it.

I can’t change the fact that I didn’t say goodbye.

But I can choose to live in a way that would make him believe I deserved that “Second Chance.”

If you were me, what would you do?

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