💐We’ve Saved You a Seat by the Window
The kettle’s already on. The teacups are mismatched. One has a chip in the rim. The other has a flower painted too far off-center. But they still hold warmth. And so will we.
You don’t have to say anything. Not right away. You can just sit here. Breathe a little slower. Let the quiet settle on your shoulders like a shawl.
This isn’t a story that rushes. It doesn’t unfold in fireworks. It unfurls, like wildflowers waking up after rain.
Here, the girls grow slowly. They speak softly. They fall in love with people who don’t always stay— and with versions of themselves they thought they had to leave behind.
This is where sisters laugh in kitchens. Where letters are written and never sent. Where coats still smell like someone who left gently. Where birthdays ache, and forgiveness sometimes smells like bread.
This is where Rosalina paints, and Petunia sparkles through her ache, and Liliana tries to hold the house up with both hands and a heart she’s too shy to mention.
This is where Abilene writes her letters in secret, where Sullivan waits without asking, and where even the ones we don’t speak of still live in the garden of memory.
You don’t have to be ready. You don’t have to be anything. Just curious. Just kind. Just here.
Take your shoes off, if you’d like. The floor creaks, but it’s friendly.
The girls are waiting in the next room. Their stories don’t demand your attention— they invite it.
You are not just a reader here.
You are someone we’ve been saving a seat for.
So come in, love. Sit by the window. Take a sip.
Let’s begin.
