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the door, holding a bouquet of roses.
“Mom,” she said, her voice steady, “it’s over. I left Daniel. I run a small flower shop now — quiet, simple, but peaceful.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I hugged her. “I’m proud of you, dear. True happiness isn’t something we wait for — it’s something we choose.”
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