I laughed softly.
“Consistency works. People just quit too early.”
Then later that evening, a package arrived for me.
Inside were custom skincare samples for the twins’ birthday guests and a handwritten note.
For the coolest six year olds I technically know through networking.
I laughed so hard alone in my kitchen.
And weirdly enough?
The entire thing felt strange to me.
Because I realized halfway through unpacking the box that I had never really had female friendships like this before.
Not easy ones.
Restess
Not natural ones.
Not friendships built from mutual exhaustion and accidental honesty.
That night, after the twins had fallen asleep, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling quietly.
Everything was ready now.
The clothes.
The gifts.
The party.
The sleepover kits.
The backup plans.
Everything.
And somehow instead of peace, I felt tense.
Restless.
Tomorrow was one day to six.
And sitting quietly beneath all my excitement was this strange fear I could not explain.
The kind that whispered softly inside your chest right before something important happened.
I just hoped nothing went wrong.
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