Goodbyes And Hidden Storms
As I waved goodbye to the kids as they ran off to play, I couldn’t help but wonder if they sensed the quiet shift happening beneath the surface. Their laughter and shouts filled the sunshine, blissfully unaware, while David and Lisa disappeared into their busy worlds of schedules and screens. I stayed by the door, watching them go, knowing they had no idea that a storm was quietly gathering behind the scenes—one they never saw coming.
Goodbyes And Hidden Storms
Eavesdropping On Truth
Back inside, as I tidied up, I caught David and Lisa speaking quietly on the couch, heads bent close together. Lisa’s whisper floated to me: “I can’t imagine what we’d do if Mom decided to take a day off.” A tight knot formed in my stomach—an unintentional confession they didn’t know I’d overheard. Suddenly, every little thing I did took on a new weight, as if my presence mattered more than they ever voiced aloud.
Eavesdropping On Truth
