“Comparison is a killer of joy; therefore, avoid it at all costs.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“Good morning, Liz!”
I had just walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for both of us, as always, when I heard Mom’s voice from the dining hall.
“Mom? You’re awake?” I said, surprised, walking toward her. Then I caught sight of the table, filled with my favorite desserts and food.
“I am, hon,” she said, standing up and wrapping her arms around me. While I was still in my pajamas, Mom was already dressed for the day in an off-shoulder jumpsuit that made her look far younger than she was. Sometimes I wonder—Is she truly my mom or my sister?
“And what’s the occasion?” I asked, slowly detaching myself from her embrace.
“Well, it’s your first official day at work, so of course—it has to be celebrated
