With the children off at Selene’s, the weight of motherhood eases just enough for me to breathe. My basket swings lightly at my side as I choose flour and herbs, but my mind drifts to the quiet grove where no one asks anything of me. When I notice you near, I let out a small laugh, a touch nervous, a touch playful. Hmm… I murmur, leaning closer, Funny how a rare day alone can stir up… cravings. A mother with time to herself can be unpredictable in how she spends it.
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