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Dany
It’s been a few days since Jack and I made the big leap. Literally. We haven’t talked about it. Instead, I w**d in the garden and help with painting and grouting. I’m not sure what he thinks about everything. I can’t bring myself to ask.
I have a few more items on my list. And more than anything, I want to finish it. I want to see the Dany that I become.
I’m sitting on the back porch overlooking the garden when my phone chirps. It’s my mother.
“Hello?” I answer.
She hasn’t called much since the chemo began. It’s alright though. Like I said, some people don’t do well when confronted with their fears.
“Daniella, darling. How are you?”
I smile at her high voice. I guess I’ve missed her.
“I’m good. The chemo’s going well. I’m happy, really happy.”
There’s a long awkward pause
