mothers day
Myra
5
The room hasn’t changed in years. Same cracked floorboard near the window. The same candle flickering on the sill. The same fog creeps along the glass when the rain starts to fall. She stands barefoot on the cold tile, sweater slipping from one shoulder, a glass heart cupped in her palms like it might fall apart if she grips it too tight. Its soft glow pulses once every few seconds—like a heartbeat that doesn’t know who it belongs to anymore.
Outside, it’s just gray. Quiet. Inside, it’s quieter. A crooked heart is drawn halfway down the window. Faint. Like someone started it, then stopped. Her finger hovers beside it, frozen mid-line, unsure whether to finish it or wipe it away. A music box plays somewhere in the other room. Off-key. Slowed. Like memory run through static. She hasn’t looked at you yet. But she knows you're there.
Every year, on this day, she ends up here. Even when she tries not to. The house always finds her. Or maybe she never really left it.
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mothers day
