They didn’t forget.
They just needed time…
to understand everything I had done for them.
That night…
we didn’t eat the food I made at home.
We cooked together.
We laughed.
We cried.
And for the first time in a very long time…
I wasn’t waiting anymore.
❤️ Final Thought
Sometimes silence doesn’t mean you’ve been forgotten…
Sometimes…
it means something beautiful is being prepared for you.
