Divorced, my husband threw an old pillow at me with a look of disdain — but when I opened it to wash it, I was stunned by what I found inside…

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
The woman with swollen eyes would, from that day on, live for herself — for her aging mother, and for the dreams she still carried inside her heart.

That marriage, that old pillow, that cruel smirk — they were only the ending of one sad chapter.
As for my life — there were still so many pages left to write, with my own hands and my resilient heart.