My Mother, My Friend

My Mother, My Friend

A mother and daughter sit together on driftwood, encircled by a sea glass branch that forms the shape of a heart—an embrace of love and belonging. Their figures are shaped from hand-picked stones, each one unique, each one bearing the marks of its own journey, just as every relationship is shaped by time, tenderness, and experience. Beneath them, the words speak what the stones already echo: “My mother by chance, my best friend by choice.”

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eeded a hand I found your paw.