One Good Day
They went to the park.
Mara pushed Eliana on the swing, laughing as the toddler squealed with delight.
She sat on the grass, drank her coffee hot, and felt the sun on her skin.
She didn’t spiral. Didn’t brace. Didn’t count minutes until the next low.
She just… was.
Present. Soft. Whole.
One good day.
And when Alex asked that night how she felt, she said, “Alive.”
She didn’t apologize for it. Didn’t downplay it.
Because one good day can be a revolution.
And this one was hers.
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