This book is for readers who were forced to grow up too quickly. For those who took on caregiving, listening, and peacemaking roles before they were ready. For those who confused silence for courage, obedience for love, and guilt for accountability. If you've ever felt invisible in your own house, borne burdens you didn't ask for, or apologised for simply existing, these words are for you. May these pages provide you with a mirror, a hand to hold, and a reminder that your grief was never insignificant. You weren't weak. You were never too much. You are allowed to rest. You are allowed to heal. Most importantly, you can always start over.