Miriam sloshed through the foot of water in her living room as her toes squished into the spongy carpet. She placed a few pictures from the mantle into the box she carried.
“Mom please,” her daughter called from the front door, “Time to go.”
Miriam looked towards her kitchen, her children’s bedroom before they moved out, and her own bedroom, then let out a breath. After six years I’d finally gotten used to living alone.
“Mom please,” her daughter called from the front door, “Time to go.”
Miriam looked towards her kitchen, her children’s bedroom before they moved out, and her own bedroom, then let out a breath. After six years I’d finally gotten used to living alone.
