Flowers And Oversights
David came home later carrying a bright bouquet of daisies. “Look what I got for you, honey!” he said, handing them to Lisa without so much as a glance in my direction. I stood quietly, feeling like a faded photo tucked away in their busy lives, unnoticed. Jake climbed into his dad’s arms while Emma proudly showed off her dance moves. Their world was a dance of little celebrations—like leaves swirling in the air without the steady breeze that truly kept them moving forward.
Flowers And Oversights
Holding My Patience
Inside, my patience wore thin, but I kept playing my part in their smooth-running routine. Despite my own frustration, I went through the motions—cleaning up after dinner, checking homework. “Thanks, Nana!” Jake called out, balancing on one foot, completely unaware of how tired I was becoming. Each night blended softly into the next as I quietly pondered the changes ahead. They stayed blissfully unaware, and I wondered just how long that would last.
Holding My Patience
