A personal reflection on the loneliness, strength, and quiet hope of immigrant mothers — finding comfort in companionship, and learning that time can heal in its own way.

"Instead of focusing on the uncertainty of the future, I tune into the sounds, colours, scents, and shifting light." I haven’t posted...

"But despite the doubts and barriers, I remind myself that being other is not just a struggle—it is also a strength. It shapes the way I...