It wasn't simple. Healing never is. But Meera wouldn't let her mother fall back into shadows.
She urged Ananya to reconnect with her old friends. She nudged her to paint again, something she used to enjoy. She was the loudest cheerer when Ananya went for a job, regaining her independence.
Ananya
And one night, as they stood on the terrace, looking at the sun go down, Ananya put her arms around her daughter and breathed, "You saved me."
Meera smiled. "That's what daughters are for."