“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

The instinct to apologize just to keep the peace.

It never came.

Finally, he turned and left.

My son placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Mom, are you okay?”

I looked at the sunflowers.

“I’m better than okay.”

Then I gathered them into my arms.

For decades, I had believed love required suffering.

I thought loyalty meant staying.

Forgiving.

Enduring.

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