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I look up from where I’ve almost ordered more flowers. I just miss her so much!
“Isaac, what am I doing? I am trying way too hard. I can’t stop.”
“Tao, Elle moved to Paris for school, not Australia to join a cult.”
“I knooooow.”
“Show me.”
So we sit, and Isaac listens, and he reigns me in until I make sense again. I’m reminded of mum bringing me an apple, telling me about Dad being her calm, balancing her outspoken nature. Turns out that calm doesn’t need to come from a partner, it can come from a best friend.