Honor
“You should have seen it, Mom. These women, who have been beaten down, cheated on, and mentally and emotionally abused, they blossomed. There was even a man in the back. He was quiet and so sad. There were bruises on his face. He painted the loveliest night sky. There were so many shades of purple and blue, with a little red. His moon was so bright, and his cherry blossom tree curved, and the petals were so bright. They all just did so well. And by the end of the night, everyone was smiling, and you could feel the contentment.”
“That’s wonderful, sweetie. So, this is something you will be doing once a month?”
“For now, yes. I’m going to let a few more months go by and then approach Misty and see if she’d like to do it twice a month.”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” my dad said.
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