Two years of working a job she was overqualified for. Ezra had finally had enough! She wanted more for herself and her future. Seeing her boss's girlfriend get the position she had worked so hard for motivated her to leave and finally stand up for h...
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Luca and I should have never had sex. Clarissa may have hindered my promotions but that didn't even give me the right to sleep with her boyfriend. Yet I found myself reflecting on having sex with him again. These emotions just made me more conflicted; at this point I just wanted to return back to the states and pretend like nothing ever happened. How could I feel the need to be close to him but also want him as far away from me as humanly possible. "Ugh!"
"PACKAGE!" Sofia's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, her footsteps soft against the floor as she entered my room. She deposited the package gently on my bed, the rustle of paper echoing in the quiet space. With a curious anticipation, I reached for it, noting the familiar scrawl of my mother's handwriting on the label. Carefully tearing through the packaging, I unveiled a precious piece of nostalgia nestled within. A sepia-tinted photograph emerged, its edges softened with age, depicting a moment frozen in time from my childhood. There we were, my mother and I, captured in a snapshot of laughter and innocence, our smiles radiant and carefree.
But the surprises didn't end there. Nestled alongside the photograph were small, cheerful trinkets that instantly brought a smile to my face. Perhaps my mother had sensed my need for a moment of joy amidst the mundane routine of daily life. Each item seemed to hold a story of its own, a token of love and memories shared across the miles. As I held these treasures in my hands, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the thoughtful gesture from my mom. In this simple package lay a reminder of the enduring bond between us, transcending time and distance with every cherished memory it contained.
"Who's it from?" Sofia asks me as she starts to pick up the goodies that I had placed on my bed.
"My mom" I say as I continue to go through the package. Sofia nodded understandingly, her eyes reflecting the warmth and tenderness that filled the room. She knew the importance of family, the comfort found in moments of connection and nostalgia. I reached for the last item nestled within the package, my fingers brushed against something soft and familiar.I pulled it out, revealing a well-loved stuffed animal from my childhood. Its fur was worn and threadbare in places, but the memories it held were as vibrant as ever. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I held the cherished toy in my hands. Sofia watched silently, her expression of quiet understanding as I cradled the stuffed animal to my chest. "This was the last thing my father gave me before he passed."
Sofia and I stood in silence as she kept looking through my things that I had placed them down on the bed. "Ezra, there's something I need to tell you." I slowly placed my eyes on her as she stood there with her head held down. "The thing is-"
