"Reconciliation is more beautiful than victory." This phrase lingers in my mind as I reflect on what happened three months ago. Yes, it's been three months since that incident, and the efforts to restore our families to the way we used to be have finally paid off. Chris's family and mine have found a new sense of normalcy, and for the first time in a long while, things feel right again.
As I descend the stairs from my room, I head straight toward the dining hall. The aroma of breakfast fills the air, a warm, comforting scent that makes me smile. I take a seat at the table, my thoughts still lingering on the letter we received last week. My mother notices me sitting there and raises an eyebrow in surprise.
"You're up early today," she remarks, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I haven't even finished preparing breakfast yet."
