Clarissa and I still have our differences, but something has shifted.
I see more humility in her now and even a growing respect. She takes pride in what she does and in herself.
Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons, doesn’t it?
Clarissa may have started as an entitled young woman with too many opinions, but now she’s learning the value of respect and hard work.
And as for me?
I’m happier than ever, with a wardrobe that fits the woman I’ve become.
Everyone’s happy, Daniel included.
One Saturday afternoon, Daniel visited me after my makeover was complete. He rang the doorbell to my apartment, and I opened the door wearing one of my new outfits.
It was a simple but elegant teal blouse with tailored trousers, just as Clarissa had planned for me.
“Mom!
Wow!” he gasped. “You look amazing! I mean, you’ve always looked amazing, but, my goodness!
You look so confident.”
I smiled, touched by his sincerity.
“Thank you, sweetheart. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about all this at first. But… I feel good.
Clarissa might’ve had a heavy hand in pushing me toward this, but I think I needed the nudge. I’d been wearing the same clothes since your father passed away.”
Daniel pulled back and looked at me, his face serious.
“I’m so sorry, Mom. For all of it.
She had no right to touch your things. I mean, if I had been paying more attention, none of this would have happened.”
“It all happened for a reason, son,” I said. “And look, it worked out for the best.
Clarissa has a career now!”
“I know, I know. Now, come on, let’s go out to eat. You look too good to stay home.”
“As long as you’re buying,” I laughed.
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