CikaWrites
This is not a story about anger.
It is a story about waiting.
I stayed in the first house we built together,
holding onto memories, prayers,
and the hope that someday,
he would remember where he truly belonged.
While he chose his second home,
I chose faith.
The Second Home He Chose
is a quiet story of marriage, loyalty,
and a woman who loved without leaving-
even when she was left behind.