Beyond the Divorce

As we entered the living room, Ava and Jenny's laughter echoed through the building. The once-silent courtyard now buzzed with life.

Since coming here, my mother had been completely liberated, no longer burdened by kitchen duties.

She quickly stood up and looked at us. "You're finally done with your work."

My mom's eyes were carefully scrutinizing my face.

"Next time, please eat dinner without waiting for us. Things get busy, and we'll only keep everyone hungry," I said. "We'll call ahead the next time we're late."

My dad emerged from the bathroom, looking like he had just finished working.

The kitchen staff respectfully approached Atlas. "Sir, can we start serving dinner now?"

Atlas quickly nodded. "Yes."

Then he turned to my dad, asking, "Dad, did you just finish work too?"

My dad smiled contentedly. "Yes! This place is amazing. There's so much to do. Oh right, can you do me a favor?"

While accompanying him to the dining room, Atlas nodded and said, "Tell me."

awkwardly asked, "Do you have some gardening books? Could you get

have them. That's not a problem. I'll have them

now. You can bring it to me after

should have just told him to find you a mentor. Then you'd

I'll have someone start tomorrow. Dad, you'll be in charge of planning and managing our

much more spirited than before. He was much stronger and more energetic,

my mind, and I still didn't know what

other dad now?

turned

was excited. My favorite was

were often

rose and magnolia saplings. These roses were said to be rare

would spoil me

I called Myra. After

took her a while to answer the phone, and she sounded breathless. "Chlo... I'm sorry, I

worries, how is he doing?"

fine. He eats and sleeps well-he's quite lovable!" Myra said, then sighed inadvertently. "Poor

felt