RIO
It’s been days now since the girls' day and night with Bree, and to be honest, everything felt as if it were slowly trying to get back to normal.
The house was quiet.
Bree had been staying with me since she drove home, but today she had to return to her place to pick up some clothes and then swing by and spend time with her parents. She said that seeing what I was going through reminded her to take more time to appreciate her family while they were still with her.
It hurt, I must admit. Bree was reminding me that she had not one but two perfectly healthy and living parents there for her, but I couldn’t fault her for it. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it was still fresh wounds.
But then again, what did I expect? For everyone to no longer talk or see their parents just because
