I learned that patience is not waiting for someone to change, but changing oneself to sustain it.
Over the months, the 3 a.m. knocks wore off. Shanti slept better, smiled more. The doctor confirmed advances: the warmth of the home was his best medicine.
I understood that healing does not mean “fixing” someone, but going through the darkness together. Shanti trusted again, Arjun learned to speak openly and I learned compassion.
Some wounds never heal, but treated in the family, they become stronger bonds.