The Deepest Layer

This is where the core lies—the inner layer, the scarred layer. These are the stories and reflections shaped by the people who made me, for better or worse. Here, I write of family: my mother, my father, my brother, my son. Of love, loss, longing, and the marks they leave behind. These are the pieces of home I carry with me, etched in memory and shaped by time. They are raw, imperfect, and utterly mine.