The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Some love keeps no ledger. It has already forgiven you before you finish explaining yourself, and it can feel bottomless because it never depended on your performance. Whether that came to you from a parent, a grandparent, or someone unrelated to you entirely, it teaches you what being held without conditions is like. If you never had it, the absence is real and worth naming rather than argued away.

Think of one person you could be that steady for this week. Forgive something small before they ask you to, and let them see that you did.