The air felt heavy. Zahra could not find words.
A name sat in her chest.
Ngozi.
Amara reached for her hand.
`Take a breath,` she whispered.
Zahra let it out slow.
Her eyes filled, but it was not hard.
Boma gave a small smile.
`I know it hurts.`
`But you have something now.`
A friend put the name on paper.
`We start here.`
Zahra lifted her head.
`Yes. We start today.`
She rose to her feet.
`Tomorrow, we go.`
She looked past the door.
A path waited outside.
A path to what was lost.
A path to her mother.
She would take the first step.The air felt heavy. Zahra could not find words.
A name sat in her chest.
Ngozi.
Amara reached for her hand.
`Take a breath,` she whispered.
Zahra let it out slow.
Her eyes filled, but it was not hard.
Boma gave a small smile.
`I know it hurts.`
`But you have something now.`
A friend put the name on paper.
`We start here.`
Zahra lifted her head.
`Yes. We start today.`
She rose to her feet.
`Tomorrow, we go.`
She looked past the door.
A path waited outside.
A path to what was lost.
A path to her mother.
She would take the first step.
Amara squeezed her hand once.
`You are not alone,` she said.
Zahra gave a small nod.
The night was quiet outside.
But inside, hope was loud.
And that was enough for now.