The next morning, I visited my mom. For the first time, I told her everything, and she held me close. “I only wanted you to be safe,” she whispered.I realized then that love—whether from a partner or a parent—isn’t about perfection. It’s about truth, forgiveness, and the courage to face the past together.Sometimes, the things we hide are the very things that keep us from being truly free. And sometimes, it takes a photograph on the doorstep to remind us that healing starts with honesty.