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When Sarah pulled into the driveway, she sat in the car for a while, staring at the garage.\n\n
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Her thoughts raced as the weight of the morning\u2019s news settled heavily on her chest.\n\n
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She dug through old boxes until she found them\u2014her canvases, brushes, and paints.\n\n
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Her hands trembled as she touched the faded materials, her mind flashing back to the dreams she once held so tightly.\n\n
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Life had swept her away, one responsibility after another: marriage, kids, and an endless to-do list.\n\n
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Her dream of becoming an artist had been buried under it all. She sighed deeply and carried the supplies into the house.\n\n
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Inside, chaos greeted her\u2014dishes piled high, shoes scattered, and Bella\u2019s leash abandoned on the floor.\n\n
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Instinctively, Sarah began tidying, but as she passed the hallway mirror, her reflection stopped her in her tracks.\n\n
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Her tired eyes, wrinkled shirt, and unkempt hair reflected someone she no longer recognized.\n\n
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Enough was enough. Sarah opened her phone, booked a salon appointment for the next day, and vowed:\u00a0If I only have a few months left, I\u2019ll live them for me.\n\n\n
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When the kids returned home, Sarah sat on the couch, flipping through a book. She didn\u2019t look up when Mark entered the room.\n\n
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\u201cMom, why didn\u2019t you come to my game?\u201d Mark asked, frowning.\n\n
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Ellie followed, crossing her arms. \u201cAnd you were supposed to drive me to my tutor. I had to go by myself!\u201d\n\n
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Sarah turned a page. \u201cI took the day off. You\u2019re both old enough to figure things out on your own.\u201d\n\n
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Mark\u2019s stomach growled. \u201cWell, what\u2019s for dinner? I\u2019m starving.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cI don\u2019t know. Make something and tell me when it\u2019s ready,\u201d Sarah said, her tone flat.\n\n
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\u201cMom!\u201d Mark and Ellie shouted together.\n\n
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\u201cWhat now?\u201d Sarah snapped, closing her book. \u201cEvery day, I cook, clean, and take care of you. Do you ever say thank you?\u201d\n\n
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\u201cGood. Make enough for your dad too. He\u2019ll be home soon.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cAre you okay?\u201d he asked quietly.\n\n
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\u201cI\u2019m tired, Robert. I\u2019m not your nanny or the kids\u2019 servant,\u201d she said.\n\n
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He sighed. \u201cAlright, I get it. Take a break,\u201d he said, kissing her forehead.\n\n
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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, but Sarah stayed in bed. She only stirred when Robert\u2019s frustrated shouts broke the silence.\n\n
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\u201cI\u2019m going to be late!\u201d he yelled, rushing around. Sarah heard him knocking on the kids\u2019 doors, their groggy complaints echoing upstairs.\n\n
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She stretched slowly, got up, and went downstairs. The kitchen was cluttered with dishes and crumbs from last night, but Sarah walked past it. She brewed coffee and sat quietly, sipping it.\n\n
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As the family came downstairs, their eyes widened at the empty table.\n\n
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\u201cWhere\u2019s breakfast?\u201d Ellie demanded, scanning the counter.\n\n
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\u201cAnd lunch for school?\u201d Mark added, looking confused.\n\n
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Robert joined them, frowning. \u201cDidn\u2019t you make anything for work either?\u201d\n\n
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Sarah sipped her coffee and set it down. \u201cIf you want breakfast, wake up earlier and make it yourself.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cWhat\u2019s that smell?\u201d Mark asked, wrinkling his nose.\n\n
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\u201cBella peed in the kitchen,\u201d Sarah replied, her tone flat.\n\n
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\u201cMom! Why didn\u2019t you take her out?\u201d Ellie cried.\n\n
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\u201cYou wanted a dog. You promised to care for her. That\u2019s not my job,\u201d Sarah said, leaning back in her chair.\n\n
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\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d Ellie shouted. \u201cWe\u2019re already late! Drive us to school!\u201d\n\n
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\u201cYou\u2019re going with Dad today,\u201d Sarah simply said.\n\n
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Robert groaned, pulling out his car keys. \u201cI\u2019m already late for work.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cI have a salon appointment. I can\u2019t take them,\u201d Sarah said, standing.\n\n
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Robert walked over, lowering his voice. \u201cSarah, this isn\u2019t fair. I can\u2019t manage everything alone.\u201d\n\n
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Sarah crossed her arms. \u201cI\u2019ve done everything for years. I can\u2019t keep living like this. What if I died soon? You\u2019d all figure it out.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d Robert asked, startled. \u201cYou\u2019re fine.\u201d\n\n
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Sarah looked away, her voice soft. \u201cI don\u2019t feel fine anymore.\u201d\n\n
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Robert paused, then nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to the kids. We\u2019ll fix this.\u201d He kissed her forehead and left with them.\n\n
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Later that night, Robert sat the kids down in the living room, his tone serious. \u201cWe need to talk about helping your mom,\u201d he began. Ellie crossed her arms, and Mark slouched into the couch. \u201cShe\u2019s done everything for us for years. Now it\u2019s our turn to pitch in.\u201d\n\n
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Ellie frowned. \u201cBut I\u2019m already so busy with school.\u201d\n\n
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Mark groaned. \u201cThis isn\u2019t fair. Why can\u2019t things just stay the same?\u201d\n\n
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Tears and arguments followed, but the kids grudgingly agreed to try. The first week was chaos.\n\n
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Dirty socks and papers littered the house. Bella\u2019s leash often sat untouched, leading to more accidents.\n\n
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Sarah, however, felt a weight lifted. She attended a painting class, where her passion reignited.\n\n
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She smiled for the first time in years as she held a brush. After one of her frequent salon visits, she looked in the mirror and saw a confident and alive version of herself.\n\n
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She started wearing her favorite clothes again, meeting friends for coffee, and hiking on weekends.\n\n
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\u201cMe neither. It feels like a different lifetime,\u201d Robert replied, reaching for her hand. \u201cListen, I\u2019m sorry for putting so much on you. I didn\u2019t realize how hard it was until you stopped doing everything. I promise you\u2019ll never have to carry that burden again.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cRobert, I\u2014\u201d she began, her voice breaking.\n\n
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Her phone buzzed, breaking the moment. \u201cSorry, I\u2019ll just be a moment,\u201d she said, stepping away.\n\n
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It was the hospital again. The voice on the line was calm but apologetic. \u201cWe are so sorry. There was a mistake with your test results. Your diagnosis was incorrect. You\u2019re perfectly healthy. The symptoms you experienced were due to stress and exhaustion.\u201d\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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