with fewer possessions, less money, no husband, and far more responsibility.

Strangely, she seemed lighter.

I folded the old chore list and placed it in the kitchen drawer.

Not as a trophy.

Not as revenge.

Just as a reminder of one particular morning when the most important thing served at six o’clock wasn’t breakfast.

It was reality.

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