She nodded.
“Good. You deserve more than okay.”
I paid for my carrots.
I walked home in the October morning, bag on my shoulder, thinking about the certification exam I had scheduled for the following month and the weekend trip my sister and I were planning for December and the small plant I had bought for my new kitchen window sill that was, against all my expectations, actually starting to grow.
I had been faithful for 4 years.
I had stayed and waited and believed.
And in the end, the only thing that had saved me was the same thing that had always been there: myself.
That turned out to be enough.
More than enough.
