For as long as I could remember, my home had been a place of silence and longing. My mother was gone. Chased away by my father over a dispute that seemed trivial at the time but had consequences that lasted decades, she disappeared from our lives when I was just a small child. I grew up watching my father’s rigid demeanor and hearing whispers of the mother I barely knew—stories filled with love, warmth, and laughter, stories I could only imagine. Every night, I prayed that she would return, but years passed, and hope slowly gave way to resignation.
Twenty years later, my life was at a crossroads. I had achieved some measure of success professionally, but emotionally, I was a wreck. The absence of my mother left a void I could not fill. I felt disconnected, anxious, and often overwhelmed by grief I had never allowed myself to confront fully. That’s when I met Dr. Kashiririka.…CONTINUE READING
