Empty Arms, Quiet Home

"I wait for hands that hold me, voices that hear me, a love that is present both in body and in heart. This is a story of absence and longing, of quiet spaces in a home that should feel full, and of the fragile hope that love can still reach me, even across distance."

A short story/poem about the ache of being seen but not fully held, of words and calls that try to bridge the distance, and the yearning for a family's love that lingers beyond the empty rooms of home.