Autopilot Gratitude
The day went on as usual, with David’s routine “thank you” barely reaching me—it felt more like habit than genuine gratitude. His eyes reflected that same automatic routine, not real appreciation. I responded with a half-hearted smile, pushing my true feelings aside, focused instead on my quiet rebellion. Every unspoken thought was hidden beneath the everyday routine, patiently waiting for its moment.
Autopilot Gratitude
Friday Farewells
As the day drew to a close, I gave Jake a quick hug. “Happy weekend, buddy!” I said as he slipped on his sneakers. Neither child suspected the secret I carried, but beneath my smile, the seeds of change were stirring. “Nana’s got a surprise!” I teased, playfully ruffling his hair. The closing of the school gate marked the end of the week, each moment bringing me closer to revealing my quiet, unexpected lesson.
Friday Farewells
