Thanks to Brenda Warren for setting the Sunday Whirl wordle.
Her animosity wasn’t lost on him. Even though they were blood kin, the way she would turn her nose up in the air made him feel ill at ease. She would slyly look at him, dismissing him from her life, a far cry from how it was when they were kids.
But there is a limit to how much hurt and rejection one can take and he grew tired of always being the one to make the first move. No longer would he be left on the side lines. It didn’t have to be that way, but that was her choice and he wouldn’t be there to pick up the pieces this time.