📖 A Moment Within: My mother is the ambassador of harmony. At family gatherings split by tension, she listened, really listened. She nodded to each voice, didn’t judge, didn’t interrupt. Just held us in steady presence. After the tears and raised voices, she offered songs. Old ones. Soft ones. We listened. We quieted. Somehow, the edges between us softened. Harmony surfaced; not forced, not demanded. Just grown gently, in the patient space she made. That’s her gift. That’s why we always return to her.