There were people I had been angry with for years.
There were circumstances I wished had been different.
There were decisions I believed should never have been made.
But anger can become exhausting when you carry it for decades.
Reconnecting with my sister changed the way I looked at the past.
It didn’t make everything acceptable.
It didn’t erase the pain.
But it allowed me to see the story from another perspective.
We had both been children.
Neither of us had controlled what happened.
Neither of us had chosen the separation.
We had simply survived it in different ways.
And that realization brought a kind of peace.
## The Strange Gift of Time
People often think of time only as something that takes things away.
Time takes away youth.
People we love.
Opportunities.
Memories.
But sometimes time gives us something too.
Perspective.
Patience.
Understanding.
When I was young, I wanted answers immediately.
As an older woman, I learned that some answers arrive only when we are finally ready to hear them.
My sister and I couldn’t change our childhood.
But we could decide what to do with the years that remained.
And suddenly, the question wasn’t:
**Why did we lose seventy years?**
