I didn't even know I needed to hear them. I didn't know how simple words could be so healing, and I didn't expect them. In fact, I told myself that I couldn't need them, because one can't need what another might not have to offer. But to my surprise, she gave her words away like the balm of Gilead applied to my hidden and grieving soul.
"I'm so, so sorry."
I would not allow myself to sink fully into that apology at the moment, because I only wanted part in it if it were true and sincere. And after consideration and prayer, to whatever extent she could offer, the words are true and sincere.
It's enough for now. Like daily bread. And I'll allow myself to eat something wholesome and good for me.
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