Readiness In Resolve
“You sure about this?” Jenna asked, handing me the thermos. Her eyes bore the weight of concern mixed with sisterly encouragement. I nodded firmly. “
Yeah,” I replied. This was bigger than bricks and drywall—it was every inch of space I grew within, now belonging to me.
It was about reclaiming my roots, my family’s history. The ‘walls’ weren’t theirs—they were mine to preserve. This wasn’t just a move.
It was taking back what was rightfully mine.