That always made me smile.
Because I was not lucky.
I built the world they were pretending to understand.
That night, everything fell apart for something small.
I gave Daniel a restored ancient watch, something his grandfather had ever dreamed of.
He barely looked at him.
He threw it aside as if it meant nothing.
Then, in front of everyone, he said he was tired of me appearing “waiting for gratitude” in a house that no longer had anything to do with me.
So I said, calmly:
