Claire didn't bake the muffins. Instead, she sat on the kitchen floor.
✨ Perfection is a lonely goal; presence is a shared gift. Une mГЁre parfaite
When Leo came home from soccer practice, he found his mother sitting in a patch of sunlight, surrounded by unopened bags of flour."Are you sick?" he asked, his voice trembling. He had never seen her without a "to-do" list in her hand. "No," Claire whispered. "I’m just... finished." That evening, the house was a mess. Takeout boxes replaced the organic salmon dinner. Mia’s toys were scattered across the Persian rug. The laundry stayed in the dryer, un-ironed and warm. A New Definition Claire didn't bake the muffins