You hear her say "I'm fine" the same way
you used to say it.

You watch her show up for everyone. Get quiet when she's tired. Pretend it doesn't cost her a thing. You see the things she doesn't say, and you hear the silences between her sentences. Because you used to be her, and you still remember exactly what "fine" meant.

You spent your whole life making sure she'd never have to carry what you carried. And here she is, carrying it anyway. Not because you failed her. Because she is just like you.

The Lucky Heart Necklace holds the people she loves the most. Each heart is one of them, the ones she keeps in the back of her mind every day, just like you kept yours.

You can't take the weight off her shoulders. You can't fix the things you'd give anything to fix. But you can give her something that says: I see you. I was you. You are not alone in this.

And when she brings them together in her hand, they become a clover. Whole. Lucky. All of her people in one place, sitting at her chest, right where her hand can find them on the days she's pretending she's fine.