She watched them go. Self-sufficient, self-absorbed, leaving the ravaged breakfast table resplendent in cereal boxes and dirty bowls.
She couldn’t remember the last time they’d waved goodbye, let alone kissed her.
She didn’t expect miracles from teenagers, but acknowledging her existence wouldn’t hurt. She was ignored unless they had a complaint. Each day they grew more like their father.
She sat amid the breakfast chaos carefully counting her secret savings. It was enough. She could take that cruise and never return.
She wouldn’t do it of course, but the dream of a different life made her smile.