I understood that my actions had consequences. I had refused to be there for my daughter when she was at her most vulnerable, and now she was choosing to protect herself. I could no longer blame her for that.
My illness had taught me a lesson that my pride had prevented me from learning: love is not about demanding loyalty or expecting others to be there simply because of who you are. It is about showing compassion, offering support, and being present when the people you love need you most.
