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“Today I saw some flowers. Thought of you.”
“I miss you, kid.”
I responded when I felt ready. I kept my heart on guard. We were starting again, slowly and carefully, like rebuilding a house brick by brick.
Carol didn’t send any messages. That was fine with me.
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Sometimes, at night, I’d sit on the porch and think about everything that had happened.
Being kicked out had felt like the end of the world. Like I had been thrown away.
But it wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.
If Carol hadn’t kicked me out, maybe I’d still be trapped there, small and scared. If da
d had defended me sooner, maybe I wouldn’t have learned how strong I really was.
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Life has a funny way of giving you what you need, even if it hurts like hell at first.
Now, when I pass a mirror, I see someone different. Someone who knows their worth. Someone who knows that sometimes, the worst day of your life can turn into the best thing that ever happened to you
