All those careful days, hiding her feelings, pretending nothing was wrong—just to protect someone else.
Rosalind squeezed Noreen’s hand and asked gently, “Are you still sad?”
“It’s all in the past now.”
Of course, there had been sadness.
But these days, she didn’t want to dwell on old memories. Obsessing over the past would only trap her in a cycle of self-pity.
She only wanted to look forward.
Rosalind, ever the wise counselor, told her, “You’ve got to find the courage to start again. Don’t lock yourself inside your own thoughts.”
“I will.”
Rosalind smiled and ruffled her hair. “Let’s eat.”
“By the way, Mom, since you knew we broke up, why did you even let him come over?”
“It was just that once—and you happened to run into him.” Rosalind threw up her hands in exasperation.
“What about your follow-up appointment?”
Rosalind explained, “You were busy at the time, so I went to the hospital myself for the checkup. But I couldn’t figure out the process and ended up wasting two days. I don’t even know how he found out, but he went ahead and booked the appointment for me.”
“I think about how much you did for him in the past, and the fact that he did this one little thing—I accepted it without a second thought.”
“But I’ve already told him clearly not to bother me again.”
Noreen couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a pretty solid argument, Mom. I’ve got nothing to say to that.”
She hadn’t expected something she’d been worrying about for so long to be resolved so easily in the end.
It was actually a relief.
Technically, her holiday was supposed to last until the fifth, but Noreen only stayed home until the third before heading back to work for some overtime.
When she left, Rosalind packed her off with two big boxes full of homemade food—her special dumplings, braised pork, and more.
“Just freeze them when you get home,” Rosalind instructed. “When you’re hungry, heat them up and they’ll be as good as fresh.”
Mostly, she just worried her daughter wouldn’t eat properly when she got busy.
As Noreen was heading downstairs, she ran into their neighbor, Mrs. Laurent.


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