“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

what love really meant.

The summer we turned fifteen, everything still felt endless.

One afternoon, we passed a roadside flower stand.

I jokingly said,

“When I’m sixty, I’ll probably be some old woman nobody remembers to buy flowers for.”

Danny stopped walking.

He looked genuinely offended.

“Then I’ll bring you sixty sunflowers.”

I laughed.

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