Sara didn’t speak, allowing her former employer to continue. Julia stepped closer, arms crossed. “I was hurt. You were the only one in my house every day. And when Megan said that—those words—it felt like you’d been talking about me. Maybe even judging me.”
Julia finally admitted: “I know. Now I know.”
A quiet, awkward silence filled the room. Then Megan, in her sweet, young voice, spoke again. “Mommy cry in kitchen. Sawa say, ‘Mommy love Megan so much.’”
Julia’s face completely broke down.
“That’s what she remembered?” Julia whispered, tears streaming.
Sara nodded softly. “I used to tell her that. When she’d ask where you were. I always told her, ‘Mommy’s working hard. Mommy loves you so much.’”
Julia sat down, burying her head in her hands. “She was telling the truth the whole time. I thought she was parroting back gossip. But she was just repeating love. Real love.”Continue reading…
