“Now you’re growing.”
Theo looked at the garden—the plants, the soil, the quiet life that had returned to his home.
For the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man waiting to die.
He felt like someone learning how to live.
And he understood something simple, something no doctor had ever told him:
Healing doesn’t always come from medicine.
Sometimes…
it comes from being seen.
From being cared for.
From finally allowing yourself to matter to someone else.
That night, as Maya watered her plants, Theo watched her quietly.
And for the first time since his diagnosis—
he wasn’t afraid of the future.
Because no matter how long he had left…
he wouldn’t spend it alone.
