Home Is Where You Are

by Melissa Grace

“It most definitely has not,” I argued. “The ship has docked, and we are now boarding the USS Olivia. You can’t let this go, Liv. Music is where your heart is. It’s all over your face. You have to keep singing.”

It made me angry that two people so deserving of love, so deserving of every dream to come true, were being denied the chance, you know? Meanwhile, my mom chose drugs over her own damn kid.”

I had to let go of the anger. She said it was like I was beating my own head against a wall, but expecting my mom to feel the pain.

Honey, love is a risk no matter how you slice it. There will always be a chance you could get hurt, one way or another. Love isn’t about choosing who you think won’t hurt you. It’s about choosing who’s worth hurting for.

Liv had given me the greatest gift of all. She’d given me a person to belong to, something worth missing. The least I could do was spend my life making her happy.

At almost thirty-seven, I’d thought my life was basically over. But really, it was just beginning. If I could help other women realize they, too, were just getting started, it was all worth it.