That summer, I left home at twenty-two after a violent argument with my mother, her last words echoing in my head as I walked out with my suitcase. I found myself questioning the meaning of family, grappling with the shame and freedom in forging a new life with my husband, and learning that sometimes the families we make are stronger than the ones we leave behind. Through heartbreak, unexpected kindness, and my own resilience, I discovered what it really means to belong.