Charlotte's POV
My mother's presence was a comfort I hadn't realized I needed.
With her help, I had finally found a place to set up my business, and for the past few months, I had thrown myself into making it a reality.
Three months later, my dream came to life.
I stood outside my newly opened café, Charlotte's Haven Café, staring at the elegant signage with a sense of pride I hadn't felt in a long time.
It wasn't grand. It wasn't the most luxurious café in town. But it was mine.
A space I had built from the ground up, a place that finally felt like a fresh start.
"Thank you so much, Mom," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I turned to her. "I couldn't have done any of this without you."
She smiled, squeezing my hand. "Oh, sweetheart, you did this. I just gave you a little push."
I exhaled, feeling the weight of all the struggles, doubts, and sleepless nights that had led to this moment.