Protected myself alone.
Even motherhood somehow became something I carried mostly inside isolation.
But this?
Solitude
This felt different.
Arina argued loudly while stealing strawberries from my plate.
The children interrupted each other every three seconds.
Someone spilled juice.
Someone laughed too hard.
Someone screamed because Eli attempted balancing toast on his forehead.
And somewhere inside all that noise, I realized something uncomfortable.
I liked this.
Deeply.
Later, when Anna finally started packing her things to leave, the house suddenly felt quieter already.
Too quiet.
I stood by the door while the children hugged each other dramatically like war separated cousins.
Anna adjusted her bag then looked at me carefully.
“You know,” she said softly, “you’re actually very easy to love once people get past the terrifying businesswoman thing.”
I stared at her.
“Excuse me?”
“I thought you were extremely demure and emotionally unavailable when we first met.”
“That is rude.”
“It was accurate.”
I laughed despite myself.
Then she hugged me quickly before I could emotionally prepare for it,
And weirdly enough?
I hugged her back immediately.


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