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."

have some gardening books? Could you get me

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

need to trouble them to deliver now. You can bring it to me after work. I want to study some

just told him to find you a mentor.

that. I'll have someone start

before. He was much stronger and more energetic,

some reason, another image of a dad appeared in my mind, and I

was my other dad now? I

meal turned into

the garden layout and what plants were missing. Everyone was excited. My favorite was magnolias, and t suggested to my dad that

were often

later, the garden received many rose and magnolia saplings. These roses were said to be rare varieties brought in

Atlas would spoil me

dinner, I called Myra. After all, Melanie's

her a while to answer the phone, and she sounded breathless.

worries, how is he doing?" I asked

eats and sleeps well-he's quite lovable!" Myra said, then sighed

also felt a bit