Life is not fair
“Life is not fair.” It was a thought she felt crossed her mind more often than anyone else in the world. That familiar sting had followed her since childhood — it always came back when things went against her wishes. Yet, in the face of every hardship, her mother, a single parent, had remained the epitome of positivity. She had this quiet, stubborn grace that turned every setback into a lesson. That was twenty-four years ago. Back then, she was just a little girl of ten — too young to truly grasp what fairness meant . “I am born out of wedlock and have never seen my father,” she would complain. As a teenager, she found little comfort in her mother’s soft assurance that she was a love child — born of deep affection between two people who could not be together. It was too much philosophy for a young mind to hold — the idea that two people could love deeply, and yet be bound by constraints that love alone could not conquer. Her mother used to say, “Sometimes love teaches us to let ...