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She tried to please everyone. It sounded exhausting.
Relatable, unfortunately…
The house had stood, in part, since the fifteen-hundreds. And there was an expectation that it would always stand—that it must stand. Because otherwise, whatever had it all been for? All the work of all those hands for year after year after year? Because it wasn’t just her family that Amelia felt responsible for—her parents, her sister—it was everyone who had gone before. She didn’t want the house to fail on her watch.
I can definetly relate to feeling a large generational pressure to upkeep something created by my ancestors.
The pain in his clenched hand made him wince, and he straightened the fingers slowly as he walked into the kitchen, two steps behind Amelia.
Yes! I love when characters use their hands to subtlely express their emotions.
