She moved with a terrible efficiency, cutting corners within her own space so as to never, ever inconvenience. Movement that bled quiet don’t mind me, and of course, that’s more important and i’m sorry.
I soothed slowly, wordlessly: I see you; and of course you matter; and it’s alright, love.
Maria Cargille wrote this story.
I see you, Maria ❤️
I think many people (myself included) could use someone like the narrator in their lives.
lovely symmetry. thank you for this gem.