Late Night Agreements
As the evening wore on, I accepted Lisa’s late pickup with little fuss, though her “Thanks, Mom” felt distant as her eyes glanced over the cluttered kitchen. I watched the orange streaks fade behind the gray clouds, wondering if anyone else noticed the fraying edges of our fragile routine. Still, I put on a brave face and returned to tackle my never-ending list of chores.
Late Night Agreements
Plans in Motion
Like a chalk drawing dissolving in the rain, the faint outlines of my plan slowly sharpened into a clear vision. Each step unfolded before me, leading toward a day when I’d be more than just the family’s catch-all amid their chaos. As I folded another load of laundry, the details took shape in my mind, my resolve as crisp and precise as the freshly ironed clothes in my hands.
Plans In Motion
