A field of sunflowers glowing in the late summer light, symbolizing the warmth and memories of harvest days shared with a mother.

🌻 The Memory of the Sunflower

október 30, 2025 Tünde Szabó 0

In this post, I recall those late summer days after the harvest, when my mother and I gathered the sunflower heads left behind by the machines — and somewhere between the dust and the laughter, we gathered something far greater, too.

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When Does My Life Begin?

október 30, 2025 Tünde Szabó 0

A deeply honest reflection on love, boundaries, and the silent struggle of growing up twice — once as a child, and once again beside your parent.