My hand reaches out for her on its own accord, and my arm is wrapped around her. But she stays true to herself as she grumpily yanks her hand out of my hold. I let her. I wait a few seconds. She is always the stronger one in this game. For me, a fight is like living hell while she remains stoic with the dignity of a female lion. She is the only one who can make me feel this way.
She gets up, walks over to Anna and picks her up from her playpen. She is giving her kisses as if she were consoling her for some reason. She is so skilled in wrenching my heart. A few minutes later she places Anna back and returns to her seat. Wipes her face dry and helps herself to food. Takes a few bites, keeps her nose in the air and sports a whole new tone of voice when she speaks. Hurt but proud. I cannot re
