Elena's move to Brussels changes the rhythm of our family life in ways none of us fully anticipated.
Video calls replace weekly dinners. Time zones mean her mornings become our evenings, conversations squeezed between her demanding schedule and whatever energy my accelerated aging leaves available by day's end.
"I miss her," Talia admits one evening, setting down her phone after another brief call cut short by Elena's early meeting. "I know this is exactly the growth we hoped for, but the distance is harder than I expected."
"She's building something remarkable," I say, though I share the same quiet ache. "That has to be enough, even when it doesn't feel like enough."
We adjust gradually, learning to treasure the calls we do get, planning visits months in advance, finding new rhythms t
