My son was already asleep. The warm smell of mint tea remained in the kitchen. I turned off the light, leaving only the lamp by the sofa. I turned on an old movie — not for the plot, but for the background. And I just sat there.
Without plans, without worries, without expectations.
I realized: happiness is not a big event. It's moments. It's when nothing hurts. When your head is quiet. When you don't have to run away.
I was alone. But not lonely. And this is probably the biggest discovery. Because happiness is not in someone else. Happiness is in yourself. And in those who are not afraid to share it with you.