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Anger is a comfortable emotion for me.
Same Mall, same
“Have a good night, son, and remember: the rain will always come, but it’s what you do in the midst of the storm that matters.”
“There it is,” I whisper to myself, and I’m so excited about finding the two-story home with white brick, dark trim, and large windows that reflect the warmth of the exterior lights tucked into the hedges that I don’t realize it’s my destination until I’m turning into the driveway.
This man bought her a home! And not just any home, one they planned together !!!
“I do.” She nods, a dreamy, far away glisten to her eyes. “Your daddy was the only man I could be me with. It’s like the moment I was in his presence everything in me just…relaxed. There was no pretext with him, no pretending or hiding, just the quiet, rare perfection of being known, of being seen for exactly who you are and being loved anyway.”
Like Mall and Chris
I don’t know if it’s the soft lilt of her voice as she speaks about a man I love but never got to know, or the fact that her description of the love that existed between them reminds me of how I felt with Chris,
Bingo!
“Oh, baby girl. You know it’s not too late for you two, right? There’s still time for y’all to heal what’s been broken.” Shock courses through me, and my brows furrow as I turn to look at the knowing, but sad, smile curving her lips. “What are you talking about, Ma?” “You and Chris,” she says simply. “He told me that you’re angry with him, that you have every right to be, but he’s determined to make it right. He moved back here and laid down roots in the place that’s most important to you to do just that.”
Oh shit!
