Sophia
When Mrs. Ross first mentioned the word vacation, I nearly laughed.
The sound slipped from me before I could stop it, quiet and disbelieving.
Vacation? At this point in my life?
I could barely keep my head above water with all that was going on, the restaurant, my pregnancy, my past haunting me like a shadow that refused to fade.
Vacation was a luxury I had neither the time nor the mental space for.
But Mrs. Ross was serious.
She sat across from me in the restaurant office that evening, her expression calm but her eyes burning with determination. “Sophia,” she said gently, “you need to rest. You’re carrying twins now. Twins are not like a single pregnancy. Your body will need double the energy, double the care. You won’t realize how exhausting it is until it catches up wi
