My sibling recommended that I set up a surveillance device in our home prior to departing on a one-month professional journey to a different town. I chose to heed his suggestion…

Like our story. The story that doesn’t end. That only begins.

Every day. Every hour. Every moment.

And in this, probably, the essence. Not in ideal life without problems, without pain, without challenges. A in real life.

With problems, with pain, with challenges. But with love too. With faith.

With hope. With the future we create ourselves. Choosing every day.

Choosing every hour. Choosing every moment. Choosing life.

Choosing love. Choosing truth. Even when it’s difficult.

Especially when it’s difficult. Because only then it has meaning. Only then it’s real.

And I am grateful. For all trials, all checks, all pain. Because they led me here.

To this moment. To this life. To this happiness.

And it’s worth it. Every second. Every tear.

Every heartbeat. Because now I know the truth. About them.

About myself. About life. About love.

And this truth makes me free. Strong. Happy.

Real. And when I look at the stars appearing on the evening sky, I think about all the women who, like me, doubt, don’t know who to believe, whose side to take. And I want to tell them.

Believe your heart. Your intuition. Your strength.

Because in the end, truth always wins. Good always triumphs. Love always finds the way.

Even through lie. Even through betrayal. Even through pain.

Especially through them. Because only having passed through trials, we learn what we are really capable of. Who we really are.

What really matters. And this knowledge. It’s priceless.

Like love that withstood all these trials. That survived. That became stronger.

Like our love. Mine, and John’s. Real.

Deep. Eternal. And when I tell this story to my mom, she loses speech.

Because she never thought that her daughter, her modest, quiet, obedient daughter, can go through such trials, such dangers, such shocks. And come out of them stronger, wiser, happier. Emily, she says, hugging me.

I’m so proud of you. Your strength. Your faith.

Your love. And these words. They mean more to me than all awards, all recognitions, all honors of the world.

Because they are from mom. From the person who loved me always. Without conditions.

Boundlessly. Even when didn’t understand, didn’t approve, didn’t support. And this love.

It gave me the strength to go through all trials. Withstand all checks. Withstand in all battles.

And now, when I myself am a mother, I understand this love even deeper. Even fuller. Even more consciously.

And I swear to give the same love to my children. Unconditional. Boundless.

Eternal. Love that will give them the strength to go through their own trials. Withstand their own checks.

Withstand in their own battles. And find their own truth. Their own life.

Their own happiness. Real. Like ours.

Like mine. And this, probably, the greatest blessing I can give them. The most important legacy I can leave them.

The most valuable gift I can present them. Gift of love. Gift of faith.

Gift of hope. Gift to be real. Like me. Like their father.

Like their uncle. Like their grandmother. People who know the price of truth.

The price of love. The price of life. And ready to pay this price.

Every day. Every hour. Every moment.

For what really matters. For love stronger than lie, stronger than betrayal, stronger than death. For life worth living.

Full. Honest. With love.

For truth that makes us free. Strong. Happy.

Real. And this, probably, the main lesson I learned from all this story. Which I want to pass to my children.

Which I want to leave after myself. That to be real. This is the greatest courage.

The greatest strength. The greatest love. And the greatest happiness too.

Because only when we are real, we are really alive. Really free. Really happy.

And I am grateful for this lesson. For this life. For this love.

For this truth. For everything. And when I look at the stars appearing on the evening sky, I know that everything was not in vain.

Everything led me here. To this moment. To this life.

To this happiness. And it’s worth it. Every second.

Every tear. Every heartbeat. Because now I know the truth.

About myself. About life. About love.

And this truth makes me free. Strong. Happy.

Real. And this is the biggest gift I could receive. The biggest happiness I could find.

The biggest truth I could learn. The truth that love. Real love.

It withstands everything. Lie, betrayal, pain, fear. It survives.

Transforms. Becomes stronger. Deeper.

More conscious. And for this love I am grateful. Every day.

Every hour. Every moment. For the chance to love so strongly.

So deeply. So real. For the chance to be loved the same.

For the chance to live with this love. In this love. For this love.

For everything. And this, probably, the happiest ending that could be in this story. The story that began with suspicions, with pain, with betrayal.

And ended with love, truth, happiness. The story about a woman who went through hell to find paradise. Who lost everything to find herself.

Who survived betrayal to find real love. My story. The story that only begins.

Every day. Every hour. Every moment.

Because life. Real life. It never ends.

It only begins. Again and again. With every sunrise.

With every heartbeat. With every breath. And I am ready for this life.

For this love. For this truth. I am ready to be real.

Every day. Every hour. Every moment.

Always.