Maybe Next Time

by Cesca Major

doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice dull.

I just realized… my hypothesis is that he has an illness or something that no matter what he was going to have a heart attack or something this day, maybe he has a heart attack/stroke and that’s why he’s in the street and gets hit by the car, idk but I wonder if she finds out one of these days the actual cause of death and it’s that and the point is you never know when it’s someone’s last day and you need to cherish every moment, I really hope it’s not this because I want her to be able to figure it out and they live happily ever after but for some reason I have a feeling that’s not the case Also, wtf did poppy do?! Is she taking naked pictures of herself or something? Because she was so sus when emma went into her room that time and miles said “he showed me” so idk but im extremely intrigued to find out what that’s all about

Lmaooo she’s losing it

“God, this bike.”

Like, can she just move the bike from the middle of the hallway or..?? Why is that hard?? lol what if all she needs to do is move the bike and then he won’t die

crash, “Off . . .”

LOL my timing on that last note 😂😂

Hattie answered.

Oh yeah speaking of Hattie, also want to know what’s up with her and what she’s not saying to emma… husband problems? Is she infertile? What’s the sitch

She needs to chill it obviously wasn’t on purpose this is a ridiculous reaction

remember you telling me once that your mother was having trouble with her eyes

Omg this made my heart so happy literally smiling to myself

Instead I reached down and stroked him behind his ears, feeling him lean into my hand as we waited together.

Omg why are my eyes wet

I’d always been determined to show my children they were loved and cherished in a way I had never felt. But my quick and fierce reactions had made Poppy feel she had to hide things from me. And my need for everyone else to like me, to feel that I was doing a great job, meant I hadn’t always been focused on them. Pretending to be present, as my mind flitted over the thousand jobs in my head. In this reality I forced myself to really listen, to engage with what they were telling me.