up for myself.”
In my mind, his voice came back clear. I’m proud of you, Rosie.
I smiled.
Then I went inside my house—my home—and closed the door gently.
For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t feel like I had to apologize to anyone for existing.
I was simply Rose.
And that, finally, was more than enough.
THE END
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