{"id":315,"date":"2025-12-08T17:35:06","date_gmt":"2025-12-08T17:35:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/?p=315"},"modified":"2025-12-08T17:35:09","modified_gmt":"2025-12-08T17:35:09","slug":"the-gift-i-never-expected-from-the-only-woman-who-saw-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/?p=315","title":{"rendered":"The Gift I Never Expected\u2014from The Only Woman Who Saw Me"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-cover aligncenter is-light mycontentblock has-medium-font-size\" style=\"margin-top:0;margin-bottom:var(--wp--preset--spacing--50);padding-top:0;padding-bottom:0;min-height:168px;aspect-ratio:unset;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"186\" class=\"wp-block-cover__image-background wp-image-198 size-large\" alt=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1024x186.png\" style=\"object-position:50% 50%\" data-object-fit=\"cover\" data-object-position=\"50% 50%\" srcset=\"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1024x186.png 1024w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-300x54.png 300w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-768x139.png 768w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1536x279.png 1536w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-2048x372.png 2048w, https:\/\/vibepress.us\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Screenshot-2025-12-04-at-2.47.25-PM-1-1320x239.png 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><span aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-cover__background has-background-dim-0 has-background-dim\"><\/span><div class=\"wp-block-cover__inner-container is-layout-constrained wp-block-cover-is-layout-constrained\">\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center my-cover-title has-ast-global-color-2-color has-electric-grass-gradient-background has-text-color has-background has-link-color has-small-font-size wp-elements-44e17b4b83547f6f8e7cebfd72895bdd\"><strong>The Gift I Never Expected\u2014from The Only Woman Who Saw Me<br><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-229e1c1dfd264e446dcd8372113d55e8\">My parents abandoned me in foster care when I was 7. I moved from home to home, feeling unwanted. Only one foster mom told me, \u201cYou\u2019re not a burden. You\u2019re someone\u2019s miracle.\u201d 12 years later, she found me and said, \u201cYou deserve this. It\u2019s time.\u201d I froze when she gave me a thick envelope, shaking slightly in her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n    atOptions = {\n        'key' : '9e49f4ce267f7bab92bbdb38b733742b',\n        'format' : 'iframe',\n        'height' : 90,\n        'width' : 728,\n        'params' : {}\n    };\n<\/script>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"\/\/brillianceremisswhistled.com\/9e49f4ce267f7bab92bbdb38b733742b\/invoke.js\"><\/script>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cd54a2df0827928a8a8bec07be099f8f\">It was a manila folder, the kind that usually made my stomach churn from years of reading dry case notes and court reports. But this one wasn\u2019t stamped with social services logos or printed with my name in that cold, detached font. No. It had my name handwritten on it in purple ink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2776b6d5105c29272b04677a8a6457c0\">\u201cGo ahead,\u201d she said gently. Her voice hadn\u2019t changed. It was still soft, still warm. Her eyes, though\u2014those held something I couldn\u2019t quite place. Like pride and sadness and hope all knotted together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-26a96de4a398cd6f06db65e50b0e132a\">Her name was Maggie. She\u2019d fostered me for just under a year when I was nine. I remember her sunflower apron, the way she hummed when she cooked, and how she always left the hallway light on, no matter what. She never asked what had happened before I came to her. She just let me be a kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-95b5b6699e7ed81a41b1f9306d819dae\">Inside the folder was a set of documents. My name again, but this time, attached to something unbelievable: a deed. A house deed. In my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5089af61cd7a62d875f3fd38fec3310b\">\u201cWhat\u2026 what is this?\u201d I stammered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8d81986d4e73d27ed0d1ad70270a5fda\">She smiled, eyes misty. \u201cIt\u2019s yours. The house is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-4116efbeaf520ef19ad4905c995de767\">Turns out, Maggie had inherited a small cottage from her aunt a few years back. She\u2019d fixed it up, kept it rented out, and saved every penny of the rental income. And now\u2014somehow\u2014she was giving it to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-88c2c81a3416c69c851ae61d6a7d9b4e\">\u201cI always knew you\u2019d come back around,\u201d she said. \u201cYou just needed time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f9e39e972ca5c17c1b533860d04d0949\">I didn\u2019t know what to say. My throat felt tight. All I could manage was, \u201cWhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7ead85fef94794565ab7f2499d2e4cad\">\u201cBecause you were always special, Tara,\u201d she said, placing a hand on my arm. \u201cEven when the world failed you, you still believed in kindness. That takes strength.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-edf1613616dc0f8853f76d9a1d8d6fc6\">That night, I sat in my car outside the cottage. It was modest\u2014two bedrooms, a little porch, and chipped white paint\u2014but it was mine. For the first time in my life, I had something that couldn\u2019t be taken from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-b94dd9cc0250f3dfa40cf7c9d6166357\">Moving in was slow. I had next to nothing, just a couple of trash bags with clothes, a donated mattress, and a thrift store table. But every time I stepped inside, it felt like the start of something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-59f0b3180a674a78e6ce19435c8744f6\">I got a job at a local caf\u00e9, just part-time to cover groceries and bills. The manager, a no-nonsense woman named Diane, reminded me of Maggie. She\u2019d eye me when I messed up orders, but she also taught me shortcuts and let me take leftovers at closing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c4ec646eeecd9c15de276dee1cecbe91\">One night, while closing up, Diane asked, \u201cYou\u2019re that girl who moved into the old Crawford cottage, yeah?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a3d1aa0374ece7109955157fd2948ea4\">I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0f57a520dd85aa64b5f590b251a11d94\">\u201cFunny world,\u201d she muttered. \u201cI used to know Maggie. Good woman. Said you were like a daughter to her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-510fa530705dede95f7bce9c9264310a\">I didn\u2019t know she still spoke about me. It lit something small but warm in my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c0fe5c2362b163ca0ec5f90f86c8ff93\">The days rolled into months. I painted the living room yellow, bought a second-hand bookshelf, and even started a small garden in the back. Nothing fancy\u2014just tomatoes, herbs, and a stubborn little lavender bush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ea614fd50d7a14ae45c59a6396f7f075\">One evening in early spring, I found a letter in the mailbox. No stamp. Just tucked in there. It was from Maggie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3d9ca0bdbc376913e0fe6944bdac3b0d\">Dear Tara,<br>I figured you\u2019d settle in by now. I didn\u2019t want to crowd you, but I\u2019m always here, okay? Also\u2026 come by next weekend. I have something else for you. Bring an empty stomach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-cda361b993e9125bf21ea3ca60d90c46\">I smiled. I hadn\u2019t seen her since the deed exchange, not really. We\u2019d talked on the phone, a few short texts. But this felt different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-57617e0f2f93c6a0d8b233b152b2b64a\">That Sunday, I drove to her place\u2014same blue door, same hummingbird feeder by the window. She opened the door wearing the sunflower apron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-24a476c7909fc67a0248a126d2ee3560\">\u201cTold you I still had it,\u201d she laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-114fc0f4e29f9d3b58d62b0678e69811\">Lunch was roasted vegetables, fresh bread, and her famous strawberry pie. We talked about everything: the caf\u00e9, my garden, how she was learning how to play the ukulele of all things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-589a4195c5a0113a9e962afdab172cc6\">Then, just as I was about to leave, she handed me another folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-8a39d336cd9b446d1c15653adf15e277\">\u201cMore papers?\u201d I asked, half-joking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-18f67050925bb8bf2046554777a7eac1\">\u201cNope,\u201d she said. \u201cThis time, it\u2019s your past.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-5305405027ae99de8b8ad66ae3e02763\">Inside were photos. Of me. As a kid. With her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-969f9c4b15834652cc981a430914cdd7\">My breath caught. One of them was from a picnic we\u2019d had, just the two of us under a tree, me holding a paper crown she\u2019d made me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-306f5ef580ac22c577e632d1c5dbd472\">\u201cYou kept these?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-13b787fd577d65a5e4c0f42cafbe5df4\">\u201cEvery one,\u201d she said. \u201cEven after they moved you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3db60b8b3d2f8132646f3f7fc1e8dc9d\">I stared at them, tears blurring the edges.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6a9cf412b0fb6d50886d3623b8d5595f\">\u201cThere\u2019s more,\u201d she said gently. \u201cYour birth parents. I found them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-f0e61b2a61fed096394b85d42f3b0ba1\">I looked up sharply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-058cc54d6b34eeeb0f66bf95659275ea\">\u201cThey reached out a year ago. Wanted to find you. But I didn\u2019t tell them where you were until I was sure you were ready.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9fc3958bdf6e0342b51a2111818e7f9f\">I felt a rush of emotions I couldn\u2019t quite untangle. Anger, curiosity, fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-313dcb2a67d4382e846fa5bcf4931db4\">\u201cWhy\u2019d they give me up?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ecbc5d1e7d71963d22bef7243b4b7a89\">Maggie sighed. \u201cDrugs. Jail time. Homelessness. They were barely adults themselves. But they\u2019ve been clean for six years now. They work at a recovery center. They want to meet you, if you ever want to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a447b7941f30a93c0bc7cab66ced4c70\">I took a deep breath. I didn\u2019t say yes, but I didn\u2019t say no either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c2a959d580c5785243ce8dd8ac99f7a4\">That night, I went home and sat in the backyard. The lavender had started to bloom. I wondered what it would be like to see their faces, to hear their voices. Would I recognize anything in them? Would they see themselves in me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-18099b810dff2165ee6040687c6652dd\">It took two months for me to decide. I told Maggie, and she set up a meeting at the community center where they volunteered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-fe126587728285a3daef6fb65ad2bea9\">I walked in, heart pounding like a drum. A woman and a man stood near the door, hands clasped, eyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-7330936687c15ab912c80a917fced22e\">\u201cTara?\u201d the woman said, voice cracking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-a3d1aa0374ece7109955157fd2948ea4\">I nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ad1870dba2d87ac7d9c76de6016827a0\">She stepped forward, cautiously. \u201cI\u2019m Natalie. This is Craig. We\u2019re\u2026 we\u2019re your parents.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2168f7fed6cc2d2e19f9029f3341683c\">It was surreal. They looked older than I expected. Worn, but not broken. Her eyes were my eyes. His smile curved the same way mine did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-6551f703bef646e826b12e0eabca20f6\">We talked. For hours. They told me everything. The bad, the worse, and how they clawed their way back from it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ea39e1455914258385ed068bf5421baf\">I didn\u2019t forgive them that day. But I saw they were trying. That mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-476d19b5b8b13e072e33d1ee3837ed18\">Weeks passed, and we kept meeting\u2014at caf\u00e9s, parks, sometimes just walks around the lake. Slowly, the wall between us thinned. I still lived in my little cottage, worked at the caf\u00e9, tended to my garden. But now, there were visits. Conversations. Laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-9a662d9e2f4feca8da3e4c74109c2577\">Maggie stayed a part of everything. Sometimes all of us met for dinner. She and Natalie bonded in a strange, cautious way, like women on opposite ends of the same story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-23e4c3d859874394885a2300e550a54a\">Then, one day, Maggie called. Her voice was quieter than usual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-102db7e18cb1efcda11a307d080f7232\">\u201cI\u2019ve got some news,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-987d02668bc2d61626d11eb5b2859d63\">She had cancer. Stage four. It was spreading fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-e64b150eb867327f82bdc2999d1c17b3\">I sat with her every day after work. We watched her favorite shows, looked through old photo albums, and when she felt strong enough, she\u2019d ask me to read her poems.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-c2300c8c20d077b22cd018225e3ffa0b\">\u201cI\u2019m not scared,\u201d she told me once. \u201cJust sad I won\u2019t see everything you become.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-eedd6cd1dc97caf3a615c73380fe1e30\">I held her hand. \u201cYou already saw it, Maggie. You believed in it before I even knew I had it in me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-54eb0bcbae6f015609aa0194a5c374b2\">She passed in early fall. Quietly, in her sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3ebdffbe04d2225b20216c56d9709f1d\">She left me the house she lived in, her little savings, and a note:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-d87e56f724b6f2ac6356b7a7225b04d3\">You were never a burden, Tara. You were the light I needed in my darkest hour. Thank you for letting me love you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-3c1c0933d8f2f965fed1964b09e3174c\">I turned her home into a place for girls aging out of foster care. A halfway point. A soft landing. I called it Maggie\u2019s Place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-91b9fd0d46e6893edfba7425dbf8c62e\">Natalie and Craig help run it. We don\u2019t pretend the past didn\u2019t happen, but we don\u2019t live in it either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-ac512420bf0b41db56ad7c2fbd0738f4\">Diane at the caf\u00e9 now donates weekly meals. Some of the girls call her Aunt D.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-59d660e01b9fec7dc5690530440d4f32\">The cottage Maggie gave me? It\u2019s still mine. Still yellow, still smelling of lavender in the summer. But now, it\u2019s more than just a home. It\u2019s proof that someone saw me\u2014really saw me\u2014and believed I was worth the effort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-77497c565f720fcfba46afc1430cb147\">Here\u2019s what I learned: Not all family is blood. Sometimes, love finds you in the unlikeliest corners. And even when life deals you every wrong card, one good person can change everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-2b4068f43abab8420657a8e9f2269a38\">If you\u2019ve ever felt unwanted or forgotten\u2014please don\u2019t give up. There\u2019s someone out there who sees the light in you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-ast-global-color-2-color has-text-color has-link-color wp-elements-0d36fd6983edeafb1d3322a6b08d1f91\">Share this if someone ever changed your life just by showing up. Like it if you believe people like Maggie still exist.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My parents abandoned me in foster care when I was 7. I moved from home to home, feeling unwanted. Only one foster mom told me, \u201cYou\u2019re not a burden. You\u2019re someone\u2019s miracle.\u201d 12 years later, she found me and said, \u201cYou deserve this. It\u2019s time.\u201d I froze when she gave me a thick envelope, shaking &#8230; <a title=\"The Gift I Never Expected\u2014from The Only Woman Who Saw Me\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/?p=315\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Gift I Never Expected\u2014from The Only Woman Who Saw Me\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":316,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-315","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/315","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=315"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/315\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":317,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/315\/revisions\/317"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/316"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=315"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=315"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vibepress.us\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=315"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}