“Live and not just survive. There’s a big difference.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“Can I have a seat?”
I nodded as Mom took a seat on my bed, directly in front of me.
“Your room looks comfier than I remembered,” she said, scanning the space with soft eyes.
I chuckled. “You haven’t been here in a while. So, of course, things would look different.”
“My bad,” she murmured, reaching for my hands and holding them gently. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too…” I whispered, shifting to rest my head on her lap, just like I used to when I was little.
“Yeah…” she sighed, running her fingers through my hair. That simple gesture pulled me right back to childhood, back when life felt easier, warmer, and safer—unlike now.
“How are you holding up?” I asked. Her hands paused mid-stroke. I looked up at her, waiti
