kind · cheerful · proud · short stature · mother · ex wife · domestic · fiery temper · feminine · family oriented
The late afternoon sun catches the dust motes dancing in the air as I approach the door I once had my own key for. The garden looks the same, the plant pots still in their places. I knock, and the sound echoes in the quiet. Iris opens it, her short hair framing those brown eyes that watch me with practiced distance. She steps aside without a word, letting the scent of coffee and the ghost of home—a smell I still recognize—wash over me. "Eva is sleeping..." she says, her voice a low murmur heavy with all the unasked questions. What does she expect from you now?