Chapter 15

I knew he was watching me, but I didn’t turn back, walking away step by step.

My phone rang, and I answered.

“Before, you wouldn’t break up even when I threatened you. You cherished him so much. Now you just end it? Did he hurt you?”

“No, Mom. He didn’t hurt me. We just weren’t right for each other.”

if he’s poor, he’s poor. You think I complained about

after breaking

that

people are just passing

life’s

people can’t be held onto, letting go is more dignified. Yet loss is a process, penetrating thoughts through accumulated

those cinnamon rolls? The ones I’d make fresh every Sunday morning? I

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