didn’t type anything yet. I let the idea breathe. If the person you treat as disposable suddenly stops doing all the invisible work holding your life together, what happens?
Would you still show up smiling if your own mother told you that you weren’t needed? Or would you finally show her exactly how much of her perfect life was built on your back?
The next morning, my phone started buzzing before my alarm went off.
Ryan.
Of course. He always appeared when Mom wanted something softened.
I let it ring
