The choices we make
Dripping Creativityshort story for motherwoke up and chose violencewhen your mother doesn'tin the end only kindness matters
After a while, another knock was heard on the door.
"Come in," the Lady called. There was a maid with a tray of tea and sandwiches. "I thought we could talk seriously over a cup of tea," the Lady told Mary. Mary nodded and waited for the tea to be served. When the maid had served the tea and walked out of the room, the Lady took a deep breath. "You're no longer a child, Mary, and I think you've noticed something's not right," she said. Once again, Mary nodded. "It doesn't seem like I'm going to be able to help this time either," the Lady continued, and Mary clearly heard the pain in her voice. "I have given the king until tomorrow to think about what I have said. If he doesn’t change his min
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