"It's nice actually, I have a lot more time" I say with a small nod as she places her now empty mug into the sink beside her.
"I'm proud of you" Her words wash over me like silk. She's always been on me about scaling back the amount of work I do, scared I'll give myself a heart attack before the age of fifty. And honestly before her I never really cared that much about having time of my own. I thought that building a legacy meant more than almost anything else, but it doesn't, I know that now.
"Thank you" I whisper quietly even though it's just us two. An intimate silence hangs between us for a moment or two before Amelia breaks it.
"I've started painting" She mumbles with a smile. The statement surprises me, she had never really shown a lot of interest in doing art before.
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