New leaf.

She sat waiting for dinner,  alone as usual.  The print on one plate slowly faded but the other plate was as good as new.

Mornings were as lonely as the nights and evenings too.  From infrequent visits to a recurring absence at home,  her eyes grew weary but her heart slowly grew strong.

As she finished her book,  she wondered what the title could be…

1) Heartbreak
2) Sadness

She chose, Letting Go.

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