Mary rushed around the kitchen, frantic and late again. Burnt toast, ruined eggs, spilled coffee—everything was going wrong. Upstairs, George snored through it all.
After waking her daughter Missy and getting her ready, Mary begged George for help. He brushed her off. Missy whined about breakfast, and Mary juggled pancakes and braiding hair while George finally wandered in—only to eat without offering help.
When he complained about his newspaper, Mary snapped. She told him she was taking the day off—he’d have to handle everything. Slamming the bathroom door behind her, she finally took a moment for herself.
Later, Mary drove to the beach to find peace. For once, no phone, no stress—just the ocean. But when she finally checked her phone, panic hit. Missy was missing.
Mary raced to the school, heart pounding. No one knew where Missy had gone. Mary blamed herself for leaving her with George.
Suddenly, George called—he had found Missy at the park. Mary rushed there and embraced her daughter, tears streaming. Missy explained she left school because she wanted that promised walk with her dad.
On the way home, Mary held in her rage until George quietly said, “I’m sorry.” She snapped again, but he handed her a cruise ticket—his way of saying she deserved a break and he’d take care of Missy this time.
Mary softened. For the first time, George finally saw her, really saw her. They sat in silence, the weight of the day slowly lifting.
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