For twenty-five years, next was soccer practice, orthodontist bills, and hiding the good chocolate in the vegetable drawer. Now the house ticks like a clock with no one to wake. And honestly? I’m terrified. And also… free.
I still make a mean pot roast. I still worry too much. But I also finally understand that I am not just the background character in my family’s story. I am the narrator. And I’m rewriting the next chapter. Mom POV Rhonda 50 Year Old With
People ask, “What’s next for you, Rhonda?” For twenty-five years