Mogán, My Mom & the life between

A small day trip that healed more than a thousand conversations.

Mogán

Yesterday, I went to Mogán

with my mama – a little town on the southern coast of Gran Canaria 🏝️

where the mountains flow into the sea ⛰️🌊

and the harbor lies quietly,as if it’s collecting old stories 📜💭

A place that feels made for new beginnings…or gentle reconnections. ⛵️🌿

We went out for fish – 🐟🍽️

not just anywhere, but to a place where the locals go.

No fancy menus – just grilled fish, fresh, fragrant, kissed by the sun and the salt of the sea ☀️🧂

And while we sat there,side by side – no longer against each other – I realized:

✨ Healing can taste this simple. Crispy. Warm. REAL.

Because between us lies a deeply moving lifefull of pain and sadness 🌀

My mother… was silent where I would have screamed 🤐🗣️

endured where I would have walked away 🧱🚪

She didn’t protect me – but we survived.

And at some point, I couldn’t forgive her silence and the way she looked away. 💔

But today… I understand: She wasn’t weak –she wasn’t free. 🕊️🔒

And back then, leaving wasn’t really an option…

Through my work with AI 🤖💡

my travels 🌍✈️ my reconnection with myself 🧘‍♀️💫 I was finally able to see:

She couldn’t act differently. But I can. And because I can – I can also forgive. 💖🕯️

And I’m genuinely happy for her – That now, at 76 years old, with a smile 😃

on her face, she can say she’s never felt better than she does today.

So we sat there. In the shadow of a fishing boat 🛶

with grilled fish on the plate 🐠🍋

and a piece of past-healing in the heart 🫀

Not dramatic. But quietly powerful. 🌙🌾

I’m gratefulthat I can walk with my mama today 👩‍👧✨

not as a child who complains 👧

but as a woman who can give back – without losing herself. 👩‍🦰🌹

That was Mogán.

And a small piece of wonder. 🐟☀️🌊