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A Final Wish in Italy

The tradition was to throw it over your shoulder to ensure you’d return to Rome someday. But as I stood there, surrounded by tourists and lovers and the timeless beauty of the ancient city, I made a different wish.

I wished for wisdom. The wisdom to know when to hold on and when to let go.

The wisdom to forgive without forgetting. The wisdom to love my daughter while still protecting myself.

The wisdom to build a new life from the ashes of the one I’d lost. The coin splashed into the fountain, glinting in the sunlight.

I took a photo and sent it to Linda, asking her to forward it to Jennifer. No message, just the photo, a small gesture that said:

“I’m still here. I’m still living. And when you’re ready to truly change, I might be ready to talk.”

I didn’t know if we’d ever repair our relationship. Maybe we wouldn’t.

Maybe some betrayals were too deep, some broken trust too shattered to fully mend. But I knew one thing for certain.

I wasn’t the confused, incompetent old woman they’d tried to make me believe I was. I was Margaret Chen, 64 years old, retired nurse, widow, survivor, and I was finally truly living.