Roasted Her for Years, Loved Her Always
Every morning when I woke up, my eyes were bright, my heart was warm, and my steps were light.
I no longer asked, "Why?"
I no longer asked, "How is this fair?"
I no longer obsessed over whether he loved me or not.
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The following morning, Mom called, "Tania, are you coming home for dinner tomorrow?"
"I am. I'll be back with Robin."
I could sense the sheer joy in her laughter over the phone. "Wonderful. I'll simmer an extra pot of soup, then."
After hanging up the phone, I drew back the curtains. Morning had broken over Silverwood. Sunlight flooded into the room.