The sun is setting, spreading gold onto the walls of the room. I stand up the stool by my desk and walk to the window, looking out at the grounds below.
I see them outside, enjoying a game of catch, my husband watching over attentively. They are so young, so full of life.
The clock strikes six, signalling the need to dress for dinner. I choose the green velvet gown; the weight of it makes me feel strong and the movement it has as I walk ripples with femininity.
As I descend the stairs, a tremor runs through me, weakening my grip on the rail and causing nausea to rise so swiftly, I have no choice but to pause. I calm myself as I"ve done many times before; I cannot appear frail in front of them. I must not.
When I enter the dining room I find them all seated and waiting, my girls in iden
