And little Ben… He whispered, as if it were a secret between us: “When I grow up, I’ll buy you a castle. And you’ll be queen.”
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When the clinic finally told me I had to retire, I didn't cry. I was seventy. I knew the time would come. But I asked for another day.
« Just to say goodbye to my patients. »
My team greeted me warmly. Cupcakes, balloons, and a mug that read "Retired, Not Expired." I laughed, like everyone else. But deep down, I was afraid. Afraid of silence. Afraid of... being nothing.
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After work, I stopped by Tilly's and got this strawberry cream tart, which Ben loved. I thought we could meet up that evening.
It was almost 6:00 PM when I got home. The sun was setting, casting golden reflections on the porch. I climbed the steps and grabbed the doorknob.
Agricultural company.
