Stories for Dinner
As dinner unfolds, the mood is light and easy. Stan, ever the storyteller, has the kids roaring with laughter as he dives into animated tales of Jessica’s mischievous childhood. “Your mom was a real rascal,” he teases, throwing a playful wink her way. Jessica rolls her eyes but can’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. Watching the boys so captivated, their giggles echoing through the room, feels like a soothing balm to everything weighing on me. For a while, it’s just a regular family dinner—warm, familiar, and filled with the comforting sense of home.
Stories For Dinner
A Relief Moment
Amid the laughter and easy chatter, a rare moment of peace settles over the room. Jess glances at me, and in her eyes, I catch a flicker of relief. We both know the weight of our earlier conversation still lingers, unspoken but present—but somehow, it doesn’t feel quite so crushing right now. Watching Stan joke with the kids, their faces lit up with joy, offers a brief but welcome escape. I take a deep breath, savoring this small pocket of happiness, clinging to it for as long as I can.
A Relief Moment
