Get those stitches out and get to the stove, you lazy woman…

The work was challenging but inspiring. Emily spent hours at the computer, creating sketches. Every evening, she shared her ideas with her mom.

Linda cooked dinner while Emily worked. They often laughed, reminiscing about old family stories. Those evenings became their little ritual.

A month later, Emily got her first paycheck. She bought her mom a warm scarf and flowers. Linda teared up, hugging her daughter.

Emily started physical therapy for her back. The doctor praised her determination and progress. The pain was fading, and she felt stronger.

Sometimes, Emily thought about Michael. She wondered how he was doing, but the thoughts no longer hurt.

Sarah called a couple of times, sharing updates. She mentioned that Patricia often complained about Michael. Emily listened but stayed out of it.

At the studio, Emily was assigned a major project. She worked with a team, and her colleagues valued her ideas. It was a new feeling—being heard.

Linda signed up for yoga classes. She joked about staying fit for grandkids. Emily laughed but secretly dreamed of the future.

Emily started drawing for herself, not just for work. Her sketches filled a notebook on the table. It was her way of processing the past.

One weekend, Linda suggested a trip to their family cabin. They spent the days planting flowers and walking. Emily felt peace for the first time in years.

At the studio, Emily met Katie, a cheerful and open colleague. They hit it off, talking about work and life. Katie invited Emily to art exhibits, and she went along.

Emily grew more confident in sharing her ideas. At a meeting, her project was chosen for a client. She was proud but didn’t boast.

Linda found old childhood photos of Emily. They spent hours looking through them, laughing and crying. It brought them even closer…