When people speak of Paris, they often talk about romance, food, or the beauty of its streets. But for me, Paris became something else entirely. It became the place where my past and my future collided. Where grief gave way to discovery. Where I stopped feeling like an orphan and started feeling whole again.
Losing my mother at eleven left a wound I thought would never heal. But meeting her twin — her mirror — gave me something I never expected: a second chance to know where I come from, and a chance to keep her memory alive in a way I never could alone.
A Message for Anyone Carrying Loss
If you have lived with grief, if you’ve carried the weight of a loved one gone too soon, know this: the story doesn’t always end where you think it does. Life has a way of bringing light through the cracks of the darkest places.
For me, that light came in the form of a woman walking down a Paris street — a stranger, yet family. A reminder that even in loss, love has a way of finding us again.
