*Miranda’s POV* “Hey lady,” Lill said over her shoulder while washing the dishes. “You’re back early.” “Uh-huh,” I answered as I threw my keys into the blue ceramic bowl on the counter and my bag onto the barstool, shimmying past her on my way to the fridge. “Want one?” I asked, holding an ice cold beer in my hand. “Oh lord, was it that bad?” she asked, dropping the sponge into the soapy water and drying her hands on the small blue drying towel that hung over her shoulder. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun and she was wearing her trusted t-shirt and yoga pants. Lillian helped to take care of me more than she should. She was the motherly figure, kind, caring and always serving the needs of those around her. I felt guilty for not carrying an equal share of responsibilities, even t