“Can we light a candle for Mommy?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Lily lit it herself and whispered something I didn’t catch. After we ate, she leaned into my arm.
“We knew you’d choose us,” she said.
A lit candle in front of a framed photo | Source: Midjourney
I swallowed hard.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. So I didn’t pretend. I just let the tears fall. I let them see me cry.
They didn’t say anything. My little sisters just kept sitting there, one on each side of me, their hands resting lightly on my arms like anchors.
We were safe. We were real. And we were home.
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