❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Ugh, why did you have to go and get all sappy on me? I hate it when you do that, you know,” Delia half lied, a knowing grin tugging at the corners of her lips. The two had always been close, and growing up, she’d enjoyed it. It was the Altman girls against the world, and just as long as they had each other, there wasn’t anything they couldn’t overcome, no matter the size.
Things were different now, though. Delia was all grown up, and it was time to finally let go and break free. She needed to be out on her own and experience things for herself. “If I don’t get hurt, I won’t learn how to heal and become a stronger person the next time. Besides, you have to trust in yourself that you raised me to be brave and independent, because that’s exactly what you did.”
“Who’s being
sappy?” Teddy smiled, but her eyes hinted
at tears to come.
All of Delia’s childhood, the many tears
Teddy had shed
were saved for the longest nights — the
will it took to
keep them at bay was a practiced one. From
the first moment
that Teddy held Delia in her arms, she’d
sworn to herself
that she’d never let her daughter know her
pain; now, it was
time to put down her efforts and let live
the dreams that deserved it.
“You’ll always have a
home with me — you know that, right?” Teddy sighed wistfully. “I’m sure you won’t miss me too much, but just in case you do… I’ll be here. Now, come and give your mother a kiss because you’re about to make her cry.”