this morning #1251.

this morning, she was trying to smile at the tale i had to tell. i had to at least give her that. she was giving it her best. i hoped she was, at least. i had to believe that a calm joy still hovered somewhere inside of her. she just couldn’t find the drive to spit it out right now. instead, traces of her mood oozed out at the edges in the form of awkward, soft smirks. i tried to widen my smile. maybe pull hers out further. she froze up for a second & then turned her eyes away. gazed out the window & into the distance. i continued. finished recounting my encounter with the man who’d basically raised us. made sure to mention that he seemed safer these days. she had no reaction. i guess i didn’t expect one. not yet.