To Mummy And Daddy.

I wish I could be young again—
not to fix what was broken,
but to hold you longer,
to see you clearer
in the days before I understood
what love costs
and what it gives.

If I could rewind time,
I wouldn’t erase the ache,
or soften the sharp edges.
I would trace every line of our journey again—
the quiet storms,
the loud silences,
the gentle hands that still held on.

Because somehow,
in all the unspoken
and all the mending,
you showed me how love survives
even when it limps.

You didn’t just raise me.
You showed me how to rebuild.
And if pain was the teacher,
you were the lesson worth learning.

I am the luckiest daughter in the world—
not because it was perfect,
but because we made it matter.